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| ~from the church's website |
"Once in New Hampshire I had contrived a Sunday outing to the Church of the Transfiguration in Bretton Woods for Evensong. I wanted to hear the boys' choir which sang there. I shall never forget that afternoon. I was at once in paradise and hell. I thought I had never seen and heard such beauty: the mountain valley, the brown-grey stone of the little church, the handsome congregation, the candles and crosses and dark wood, the beautiful faces of the choir boys and the seraphic music. We sang "Saviour, Breathe an Evening Blessing", and, during the recessional, when I was in an agony, knowing that it was over, and that I would never see this again, we sang "Ten Thousand Times Ten Thousand". I was in a transport of grief, frenzy, and ecstasy. I felt that I had suddenly stumbled across something that had been there all along and that I had missed. Something had pushed open the tiny door into the garden, and I would never be consolable after that glimpse. It all had something to do with beauty and loss and antiquity and irrevocability and desire and vision."~from Thomas Howard's book
Christ the Tiger
