In these sorry times when achievement is too easily gauged by approbation on YouTube and Facebook, it is sobering to reflect on the very real achievement of The Dream of Gerontius as a testament of both spiritual and musical faith.
In 1900, Elgar's massive oratorio single-handedly wrenched British choral music out of its stifling Victorian complacency.
"I like what I have done," the composer declared. "I am bold and have shirked nothing. I've made my atmosphere and stuck to it."
These words repeatedly came back to me during Auckland Choral's magnificent account of the piece on Saturday, boosted by a superb Auckland Philharmonia Orchestra, all masterminded by conductor Uwe Grodd.
Grodd gave the orchestral Prelude ample time to move from dark mysteries through seductive chromatic byways and striding marches, with organist Christopher Wrench conspiring to make the very floor tremble underfoot.