Whitewell Metropolitan Tabernacle is like marmite. Interestingly, I didn't dislike it, but I certainly didn't love it. That said, I've established before that my middle name is indecisive, so I'm sure you're not surprised.
Love it or loathe it, you have to admit that the Tabernacle is totally breathtaking, and for me, it was incredibly overwhelming...
Imagine five dozy teens jammed into the one car, speeding up the motorway, desperately trying to find the turnoff a mere five minutes before the church service begins.
[And blast...we missed it.]
Cue elaborate plan to somehow get us all back on track towards our destination. The now sweaty, agitated teens manage to somehow evaluate the situation agreeably, and eventually land in the church car park, fifteen minutes late.
All of a fluster, the five teens leap out of the car and make a mad dash for the church building. (To say that the Tabernacle is humongous is really an understatement. I've never seen anything quite like it.) People are still rapidly coming in in their droves - unequivocal mayhem. Front foyer is incredible, and the massive gold fountain in the front foyer is really far too elaborate, representing the extent of the church's extravagant ornateness.
Welcomed by a series of ushers, the five teens are quickly introduced to their seats on the balcony, staring in awe at the numerous people around them and on the floor below. The choir is magnificent; the band play well; the preacher is all 'hell, fire and damnation', and exceedingly scary; communion is passed around in an elaborate bowl and cup holder, and the service is over.
That's honestly how it felt, so overwhelmed was I by the whole experience.
The visit was not a negative one, but I am absolutely certain I could not attend Whitewell Metropolitan Tabernacle every week. It is far too extensive and formidable for my liking. Beautiful church though, and an experience that I didn't forget in a hurry, and one you should try. read more