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What an amazing memory….I, too was telling co-workers today that our Good Friday (at night) service was very dramatic… again, no lights, only the light from the cross lit from behind.. no music, the only thing we sang was Abide with Me after the sermon was complete. At that point, Pastor Bartelt would say “amen” at the end of the sermon…a pause, and then he would slam the Bible shut. We knew that at this point the service was over, and everyone would leave in silence.
Every year it was like this… even though we knew the sound of the Bible closing would happen…we always jumped…the entire congregation.
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Paying attention, thinking, feeling, remembering. I love how you were able to “feel” what it might have been like to wear a crown of thorns from your own experience. That we can put ourselves in that “thought” process is a blessing. Easter blessings to you.
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I don’t remember the service being held at night..since I went to Catholic school, the children always had mass during the day…it was my favorite mass though…fond memories.
Large stained glass windows around the ceiling of our church..each one depicting one of the stations..some children would reenact the stations on Good Friday..I remember feeling scared during the crucifixion…and I remember many many times when the weather was gloomy, dark and cloudy that day. -
My beloved late mother-in-law used to go to the sunrise service on the town green because she could not wait for that joy as the light ushered in new hope. I went with her one year and was very moved, but after reading your description Michelle, I now understand why that service was so meaningful to her. It was because it followed Good Friday. Thanks so much for the beautiful lesson and Happy Easter.
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It is neat to find out the “behind-the-scene” details. Working for the church I’ve learned a ton that most Catholics wouldn’t know. It has been pretty cool, especially since I was raised a Protestant. I’ve been there 4-1/2 years and I’m still not use to seeing the ash on foreheads on Ash Wednesday. Some pretty amazing things have happened during Lent. Some very supernatural things starting on Ash Wednesday. I knew I would be hitting a milestone on Easter. I thought I was a certain dream project that would be taking a new step but alas, things have a way of happening in spite of my plans. Read on and see…
I have a wonderful tour of Bloglandia that follows a magical map that I drew up in honor of my 1-year blogiversary. The tour includes several stops to all of my favorite people and places. I think you’ll recognize a few of them. {wink}
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Michelle, I am touched by your post. There is much to be said for traditions that cause us to stop and experience things that connect us to the Savior.
Just a week ago I was cleaning up my garden and received many sharp wounds to my hands and wrists. After what you have written, I think I will be thinking of a crown of thorns and what it means every time I am pierced by thorns in my garden. Everywhere I turn, there is something to be grateful for. Even in these wounded hands, I can rejoice that Jesus suffered much worse for me, for all of us.
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Forgiveness and love… no more important lessons.
We have so much to rejoice about !
Much love and happy Easter !
Kim
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I love the Tennebrae service on Good Friday best of all. When the Pastor slams that huge Bible shut saying “It Is Finished”, it gives us all goosebumps and then everyone leaves the church in total silence. It never fails to shock me and makes me feel so grateful because I am so unworthy…….. I love ya Michelle.
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I remember how moving all of holy week was beginning with the wonderful Palm Sunday service. From Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, quietly moving to Easter Sunday was inspiring. I use to work closely with a pastor who was a friend (in fact she and I traveled to Germany when her husband didn’t want to). Both of us had been in theatre and we wrote services for the Wednesday noon service before soup and salad was served by the women of the church. We called the services “through the eyes of Christ” and took stories from the bible leading up to Good Friday and the hammering of the nails. The hammer was so loud and would cause the goosebumps all over. When leaving the darkened church — someoen was left to keep a vigil that lasted until Sunday morning … Thanks for bringing up the memories, Michelle, thank you so much. xoxo M
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Having once been a believer, I think I understand how sacred and important this holiday is for so many. I very much hope you had and are still having an amazing Easter, filled with light and love. The words of Jesus, so quickly forgotten or diminished in our time, may most often be revisited now and at other holidays, and my wish is that we all practice them all year every year. They are truly lasting wisdom. Michelle, I feel that you put forth that nature and attitude of thanks and humility and acceptance and love all of the time with unending energy, and I am thankful for you because of it.
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I watch the way that you turn your attention to everything in those Journal Pages.
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Beautiful, thought provoking posts and journal pages. Have a lovely Friday and weekend… Roxanne
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