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                | 1687: St James, Sydney, New South Wales, Australia |  
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                | Mystery Worshipper: 
                  Andy the Albanian. The church: 
                  St James, King 
                  Street, Sydney, New South Wales, Australia.
 Denomination: 
                  Anglican Church of Australia, 
                  Diocese of Sydney.
 The building: 
                  It's a classic Georgian building. The oldest church in Sydney, 
                  it was built entirely by convict labour and completed in 1824. 
                  Internally the layout is traditional: wooden pews in rows lead 
                  up to a raised choir, flanked on either side by organ pipes, 
                  and then at the east end the altar is under a half-dome covered 
                  in gold mosaic tiles. It's quite light inside thanks to some 
                  lovely stained glass, including stunning floor-to-ceiling windows 
                  on three sides of the side chapel of the Holy Spirit. The church 
                  also has a delightful crypt where children's worship takes place 
                  during the family eucharist. It has a ring of eight bells, which 
                  surprisingly have only been in use since 2003.
 The church: 
                  St James is an island of inclusive high Anglicanism in the sea 
                  of conservative evangelicalism that is the Sydney diocese. As 
                  with many city-centre churches, its congregation comes from 
                  all over the city, and this effect is probably amplified by 
                  the relative rarity of this brand of churchmanship in the area.
 The neighbourhood: 
                  St James is in the heart of Sydney, next to a lovely park, close 
                  to the botanic gardens and old government buildings, and a short 
                  stroll from the Catholic cathedral. The name of Lachlan Macquarie, 
                  governor of New South Wales from 1810 to 1821 and a major force 
                  in the social, economic and architectural development of the 
                  colony, is all over the neigbourhood.
 The cast: 
                  The Revd Peter Kurti, rector, introduced the service and then 
                  read the deacon's part. The Revd John Beer, honorary associate 
                  priest, was celebrant and preacher. Representatives of the Royal 
                  Commonwealth Society served as readers.
 The date & time: 
                  8 February 2009, 11.00am.
 
 What was the name of the service?
 Choral Eucharist.
 
 How full was the building?
 About a third to half full, maybe 100 in the congregation, and 
                  another 35-40 in the choir, altar party and other supporting 
                  roles. There's a family service at 9.00, so this was an older 
                  crowd.
 
 Did anyone welcome you personally?
 A friendly smile and "Hello, welcome" as I was handed the hymnbook 
                  and service booklets.
 
 Was your pew comfortable?
 It was fine, although I noticed at least one parishioner using his kneeler for a bit of extra padding.
 
 How would you describe the pre-service
atmosphere?
 It was pretty quiet, although being high summer all the doors were open and there was some traffic noise.
 
 What were the exact opening words of the
service?
 "Good morning and welcome to St James King Street."
 
 What books did the congregation use during the
service?
 New English Hymnal (melody edition – English 
                  churches that don't think any of the punters can read music, 
                  please note), a folded A4 sheet with the order of the choral 
                  eucharist, and a 12 page A5 booklet combining the variable items 
                  for the day and the week's newsletter.
 
 What musical instruments were played?
 A fine organ and some equally fine voices.
 
 
  
 Did anything distract you?
 The occasional siren going past the open doors was a reminder of the everyday world outside.  And the six elderly representatives of the Royal Commonwealth Society occupying the front couple of pews were quite watchable at times.
 
 Was the worship stiff-upper-lip, happy clappy, or
what?
 High Anglican with lots of smells, though a bit light on the 
                  bells. And not as camp as high Anglican can sometimes be – 
                  there's another downtown Sydney church that provides that element. 
                  But the presence of 11 robed men and women in the altar party, 
                  not counting the choir, tells its own story.
 
 Exactly how long was the sermon?
 15 minutes.
 
 On a scale of 1-10, how good was the preacher?
 6  Credit to him for the fact that I was surprised that 
                  my stopwatch said 15 minutes – it felt shorter – but I thought 
                  his style lacked animation and variation in tone. Some of the 
                  things he said would have benefited from the injection of a 
                  little emotion.
 
 In a nutshell, what was the sermon
about?
 It was topped and tailed with references to the commonwealth, 
                  recognising the presence of bigwigs from the Royal Commonwealth 
                  Society marking the anniversary of Her Majesty the Queen's accession. 
                  There was a bit of a dig at the controlling tendency of the 
                  diocese. But the core was that we Christians are by our very 
                  nature members of community, and that in a time of economic 
                  turmoil that vision of a supportive community has something 
                  important to offer to the wider world. This is particularly 
                  true when the secular world seems to value only individual gratification 
                  at the expense of the common good. And so, as the diocese launches 
                  its Contact 2009 evangelisation drive, we were reminded that 
                  the most effective way to spread the gospel is to live the gospel.
 
 Which part of the service was like being in
heaven?
 The music was superb.  The mass setting was Darke in F, which I've sung many times in my home parish, but it's never sounded like this.
 
 And which part was like being in... er... the other place?
 Not a lot really, although the Royal Commonwealth Society bigwigs 
                  representing the establishment in church (OK, be charitable, 
                  at prayer) were a little cringeworthy at times.
 
 What happened when you hung around after the service looking lost?
 I didn't have time to look lost. As I got to the back of the 
                  church, a charming lady relieved me of my hymnal and asked if 
                  I would be staying for drinks. How could I refuse?
 
 How would you describe the after-service
coffee?
 There was probably coffee there somewhere, but in a heat wave 
                  in Sydney who wants coffee? The white wine (Australian – 
                  local, so we'll deem it to be fair trade) was cold and good, 
                  and the nibbles – cheese, salami, crackers, dips – 
                  were delightful.
 
 How would you feel about making this church your regular (where 10 = ecstatic, 0 = terminal)?
 8  The worship was uplifting, the music was wonderful, 
                  and the people were very welcoming. But based on this sermon 
                  and some examples on the website, I think that's the one area 
                  in which I'd wish for more.
 
 Did the service make you feel glad to be a
Christian?
 Yes it did, and also glad to be part of the inclusive tradition.
 
 What one thing will you remember about all this in seven days' time?
 How good Darke in F can sound – we're singing it at home in 
                  seven days' time, so there's a challenge.
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