This never happens when I’m at the mall. A church we attended back in the 1990s would hire an orchestra some Christmas’s, and I remember noticing one of the cello players reading a paperback during the sermon. I note this just because some of the singers here look like those kind of studious unbelievers. I often wonder if they ever really realize the wonders that they sing about. The smug title “Random Act of Culture” tells you nope, most of them probably don’t get it.
Anyway, never mind that. A huge choir, an organ, all really loud in a cavernous space. This must have been one of those rare moments in these shadowlands when the clouds part and, as Muggeridge put it, one sees “the bright vistas of eternity and the prison bars of time.”