It was an odd feeling, almost a step through a portal and into another world. Under the cover of darkness we crept into a labyrinth of twisted nails, thrown timber, decrepit walls of peeling paint. Any moment we could get caught and punished, but we trusted the Creator - surely He could keep us safe! We carried no flashlights, and descended into the darkness of a half-finished basement, a skeleton of wooden beams in a mist of sawdust. We huddled in a circle, some of shivering in the cold, and our voices rose from the basement, echoing all around us. Sirens wailed past, and yet we continued to sing, no-hands-barred, and for a moment our modern world with computers and fax machines and plasma TVs vanished, and I was shivering in the cold of a world where Christians were fed to wild beasts, condemned to die in the gladitorial games, and burned on crosses to light the paths at night-time Roman parties. For a moment, a split-second, a mere splinter in time, the knowledge in my head became knowledge in my heart, and we continued to sing:

Capture me, O Spirit, wrap me in your wisdom. Make your home inside of me. Take me over, strip me of myself, and then some... Cause captive in your arms, I somehow feel so free... Yeah... So free...