Maundy Thursday/Good Friday

Last night we attended the Maundy Thursday service at our church.  While I have been to many Good Friday services, this was my first Maundy Thursday experience. It differs not in the tone of the service, but in the rituals played out by the congregation

After singing a hymn, praying Our Father and taking communion, we settled into a pew with our boys and listened as the pastor read through the entire Passion story. The lights slowly dimmed and candles were extinguished, one by one, after main parts of the story were completed. When it was over, the sanctuary was dark and silent.

We filed out of the church in hushed movements, black sky overhead, crickets chirping beneath the towering oak trees, large golden moon slung low on the horizon.

Remembrances of one garden's dramatic night 2,000 years ago.