With my wife and my parents I visit the annual St. Matthew Passion performance in Naarden. At the end of the break, my father quietly reports: “I just came face to face with Jesus.” I suspected that Bach’s masterpiece had taken him to unprecedented spiritual heights. Until my father explained further: “I accidentally went to the artists’ bathroom.”
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