I very much like the optimism and hunger for a normal life that is all apparent in Christchurch. At Christmas eve, I attended a sing-along concert of the Christchurch cathedral choir in the transitional cathedral, a.k.a. cardboard cathedral, bacause it is made of… yes, you guessed right, cardboard tubes, a plastik roof and some steel and wood for structure. It is a place good for goose pomples as it symbolizes optimism and hunger for life.
The all boys choir was fabulous, no matter that I knew none of the carols the audience was supposed to join in. I just followed the other singers. The three songs I knew (Indulci jubilo, Silent night, and Es ist ein Ros’ entsprungen were choir only and very artfully performed, so us joining would have been a shame indeed.
This was the furthest-away-christmas I ever celebrated. And worshipping Jesus as a ‘summer child’ is and remains a.very strange thing. At least, I have never ever heard anything about dashing through the snow in a one-horse open sleight or such stuff, so Christmas in summer has advantages, too.
The transitional cathedral.
85 chairs… 85 losses.
The cathedral.
Hope where hope is needed.
The dancomat.
Street art at it’s best.
Leave a Reply