I didn’t like the Revd Livermore’s tirades, because the church in which I was a choirboy was a high Anglican church where Father Donovan had implanted old rituals, chants and ceremonies. Some possibly predated the division between the Eastern and Western Church, let alone the rise of protestantism. On Good Friday we had the Liturgy of the Presanctified, which is probably of Eastern orthodox origin. At the end of this service, instead of processing solemnly back to the vestry led by the crucifer, we had to run off in all directions, representing the flight of the disciples of Jesus. This was good fun.
