0009 Rococo Time

It’s part of the tourism thing – you stick your nose, more in duty than in hope, into the local church; the flowers at least may be friendly; the flower arrangers, busy.. you’ve been in churches which as soon as you gently push the squeaky door, frown on you, their fingers to their lips, and point to ‘Thou Shalt Not’ where you expected Jesus’ open arms; and to vast cathedrals asking, it seems, an unformulated question of you in their overwhelming magnificence so that you’d like to kick a pew, scrape a chair, dropp a hymnbook, to find out in the echo echo echo how Nanny says you should behave; but this one’s different: as you step inside, it’s as if the fraction of a second before that moment, some huge song-and-dance spectacular was in rehearsal, Busby Berkeley in full charge, then ‘Freeze, kids…! ’ and all you see at first is the lavish set: like a wedding cake, white as icing, giant size, with a Technicolor sweet-shop suspended over it; while, frozen in their extravagant body-language, four golden figures beside you gesture, inviting you, ‘Come on in, you too are onstage now! ’; these are no evangelists to tell you what it’s all about; these are guys who know that you know too; so of course you’ll want to join in, join the wedding party; you were part of it before you knew you were… you’ve read the essays dutifully before you came – ‘ this Rococo church is a typical example of the desperate overload of frivolous and meaningless detail that betokens the last dance of a culture in decline; note the curlicues like sea-spray, shells and wavelets…’ not so; not so; this is the joy of a Creation whose every move and moment is all joy; seaspray, shells and wavelets on that blessed shore which hears the trumpets sounding on the other side; which cannot find the time and space enough to shout its joy in gesture, plaster, paint; this is a church which people rush to enter to sing and dance the joy of being themselves; a church which smiling, happy people leave and fill the streets with love; this church like some expensive wedding cake is celebrating, dancing at its own wedding; and why not; this joyful church is celebrating the wedding of earth and heaven and all, all are invited.