*****
FROM OUR TAIZE DIARIES *****

©NK
& JR, 2007
JANE'S THOUGHTS ...
from her first visit to Taize in June, 2003
Day 1. Thursday
Fortunately we arrived just
in time for evening prayers. If I had had no other time in the church
here, I know that that one time was greater than any other I have ever
known. As we entered the church, the bells created a sense of
participation that was in itself overwhelming. The bells rang for
perhaps 5-8 minutes and summoned everyone together.
I simply cannot explain in
words the overwhelming presence one feels upon entering this sacred
place. Silence is kept within these walls except for singing, chanting,
and readings of the day. Nothing short of silence would do here.
Although we have seen many beautiful cathedrals through France en route
here, and although they are a testament to an age of magnificent
architecture with beautiful statues, carvings, and stained glass, they
are no more beautiful nor do they speak more clearly than the
simplicity of this place. One is at once humbled and awe struck by the
yards of mandarin material draped like sails on a ship that taper to
fine paints near the ceiling. The church is dimly lit – low directed
lighting to point down and candles in three groupings at the front.
Diffused lights highlight sections of the material. The effect of this
simply draping of materials does exactly what the columns and ceilings
do in the cathedrals – pull your attention upward.
I felt at once conscious of
myself – in a humble way – and yet not conscious of myself in another.
It is a powerful yet humble place and I could not hold back a flood of
emotion upon entering here. People of all ages sit on the floor, on
small kneeling benches, or on the steps at the sides. The brothers file
in in groups of 3 or 4, some on their own, and seem to take specific
places down the centre. I don’t think I will ever forget the first few
notes I heard sung here. There was a resonance and simplicity and yet a
presence in sound that was enough to make you catch your breath. It is
a sound like no other, and like the drapes of cloth, seemed to move up
and outside the church. I cannot recall a more moving experience of
sheer joy, reverence, and awe. I found it very hard to participate at
all as the presence moved inside me. I felt a very small part of the
service in terms of my participation and yet curiously anything but
removed from it. The impression of this first service will be with me
always.