Good Friday
Father Bob left his office to prepare for the evening Good Friday mass. It had been a long week, with normal interruption of day to day life. After 20 years as a priest, he felt like he was going through the motions, but the service couldn’t be avoided. He ran into his assistant talking to the choir director, discussing the illness of a choir member. He spoke to both of them and then stepped into the Sacristy to prepare. As Bob gathered the other clergy and choir for the pre service prayer, a strange feeling came over him. He looked out the window and saw the dark clouds. This service was going to be unlike any other. He took a deep breath, said the prayer and entered the sanctuary. The congregation inside was small and silent. It didn’t matter . They were here. The procession went up the aisle and took their places at the altar. The service began with the Stations of the Cross liturgy. There were nine plaques lining the walls in a ...