We joined the regular worshipers at the service in the nave.
Funny-sad story. I saw three men walk in together, obviously a son, father and grandfather. I was touched by thought of generational unity and the fact of three men attending church together, and pointed them out to Curt. Look, how nice. Sadly, when we came back from taking communion, the father and son were in the pew laughing and the son had ear buds and ipod going. Sigh.
Again, the music was powerful. I liked kneeling for prayer on the small pads that were provided to protect our knees from the stone floor. Waiting in silence before worship was another good thing. The sermon was folksy and anecdotal, not much to hang onto. The service in the Book of Common Prayer was wonderful. Reciting the Apostle’s Creed in one service and the Nicene Creed in the other was spine-tingling.