Showing posts with label theatre. Show all posts
Showing posts with label theatre. Show all posts

Sunday, 18 November 2018

A paradigm shift Taizé embodies

We attended the Parish Eucharist at St Catherine's this morning. Worshipping in the congregation is less comfortable for me at the moment than celebrating, as a priest stands for most of the service! Even so, I appreciate more as I get older the sense of fellowship in worshipping among people, rather than leading them. There's an element of loneliness in leadership requiring a priest to be the voice of the whole praying community. One has a different relationship to 'The Fellowship of the Spirit' when out there at the front. 

The liturgical structure of almost all churches, their architecture, the way we use the buildings to perform our rituals is theatrical in nature and quite hierarchical, we might say, by necessity. Even in far less formal acts of group worship, over time, a structure evolves that makes clear the distinction between the leaders and the led. It gets embodied in church architecture and furniture. But must it  be like this? Must performers and performed always be separated for worship to work? 

Certain kinds of experimental theatre explore the question of separation in their own context, as does the phenomenon of the 'flash mob'. Seemingly spontaneous, but brilliantly, quietly organised outbreaks of group singing and dancing in public places proves both powerful, entertaining and attractive to some, even if others are left bemused, and it breaks barriers between those who act and those who watch. The church doesn't often explore this possibility, with one notable exception. 

I found myself remembering and reflecting on worship at Taizé today, with the community seated together, surrounded on all sides by worshippers. Leadership tasks and roles are well distributed, but despite an east end sanctuary and free standing altar, the conventional church 'tribune' layout, with presidential chair and/or pulpit is absent, there is just the free standing altar table, and it's only used briefly when clergy stand there to say the Eucharistic Prayer. It's the focal point for just as long as it's needed.

This change in liturgical design has proved possible to implement with large crowds of worshippers, thanks to the use of modern sound systems. Seeing the person is hardly important in comparison to hearing them attentively, and this experience is all-encompassing and independent of where people choose to sit. 

There may be few or no seats in Taizé worship spaces, but the design is effectively implemented (given an appropriate sound system) in all kinds of sanctuary, ancient or modern, as witnessed to in the great Pilgrimage of Trust events around the world. Taizé continues to commend itself to rising generations of young people seeking faith. Perhaps this change in approach to how worship is offered could represent a paradigm shift in the life of the church whose significance would be far reaching eventually.

In my lifetime we've recovered a healthy sense of the importance of baptism in relation to our own discipleship and to the life of the church, as the source of our shared identity and purpose. We're learning how to share responsibilities in God's mission as equals, how to play our part in decision making and how our particular gifts can be exercised in serving others. We still rely on hierarchy, but as service to others, not as controlling or forming us in dependency.

Mutual interdependence of equally valued people is how we're learning to understand membership of Christ's Body, in a world where most are better educated and have unprecedented access to knowledge. Worship at Taizé expresses prophetically a transformation of human relationships in society and the church, made possible in this new era of communications and self-understanding. Movement towards achieving greater participation has been happening in a variety of ways in every form of worship over recent decades, but the manifestation of hierarchy still prevails, with the exception of Taizé.
  

Wednesday, 21 February 2018

'The Play's the Thing' expo in Stratford on Avon

Tuesday morning I had a funeral at Rosemount chapel in Cathays, close to where we used to live in Queen Anne Square. This was followed by interment at Pantmawr cemetery on the outskirts of Whitchurch. I last went there for an interment when I was still working at St John's, maybe fifteen years ago. The skies were cloudy but bright, but there was a cold biting wind. That's what I recall from my previous visit there.

My Wednesday morning funeral was at Thornhill crematorium. Clare drove up and met me after the service, so we could drive directly to Stratford on Avon to meet Kath and Rhiannon, and visit the Royal Shakespeare Company's theatre, where there's a marvellous educational exhibition about what is involved in theatrical productions from every angle. It's called 'The Play's the Thing' and takes a very child friendly approach. The visit was a surprise birthday treat for Rhiannon who turns fourteen tomorrow, and has signed up for GCSE Drama, having been already involved in a Youth Drama group since the end of primary school. Soon she has a part in a production of Midsummer Night's Dream, alas, when I am in Spain. 

In the exhibition, costumes from many prestigious productions are displayed, there are video presentations and interactive simulations to make accessible every aspect of putting on a play and what is involved. It was a delightful experience. I had hoped we#d get an opportunity to look around the theatre, or perhaps behind the scenes as well, but that didn't seem to be on offer. The Royal Shakespeare Theatre is a very fine brick built early twentieth century edifice, close to the river. Not far away in the old town centre is Shakespeare's birthplace, and in every imaginable kind of way his memory is marketed, not just preserved. It's a lovely country market town, somewhat overtaken by tourism and global brand shopping, it seems to me, but it's fortunate that so many mediaeval half timbered buildings have been conserved, perhaps surviving the ravages of town centre modernism during the 20th century because of association with the Bard.

We went on to Kenilworth for take-away pizza supper, at Rhiannon's request, with an overnight stay, so we could join the birthday breakfast, before they went off en famille to Madam Tussaud's in London. The joys of a birthday at half term! We started a Monopoly game after supper, but this soon fizzled out when the Brit awards ceremony broadcast started. Watching some of this over the next couple of hours really made me feel my age. It's decades since I took any interest in pop culture and its personalities, so I'm totally out of touch, and find almost all the music un-inspiring, and many of its perpetrators exotic and bizarre. Many seemed to be getting progressively drunk as the evening wore on. Perhaps the audience of music and media celebrities was as bored by the whole thing as I was. Bed was a merciful release.