Here it is the Wednesday after Easter, but I’m still thinking about Holy Week.
We had a Tenebrae Service at our small church on Thursday evening. “Tenebrae” is Latin for shadows or darkness, and the service recreates the Last Supper and other events leading up to the Crucifixion. Scripture is read as, one by one, lights are extinguished in the sanctuary. At the end, everyone departs in silence. This service has become a favorite of mine.
I didn’t go to a Good Friday service, but it was definitely on my mind. As long as I’ve lived now (51 years) and been a Christian (about half that time), it’s still hard for me to fathom what Jesus did for me and all humanity.
I was very up for Easter Sunday, which started with Sunday school with the three girls I teach, continued with a terrific worship service, and was followed by an Easter egg hunt and potluck. I’m a church goer, so I’m there pretty much every Sunday. But Easter is different. It all sinks in even more on Easter. In a way, I know it should be that way every week (or every day).
Christ is risen! He has risen indeed.
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