I attended a Good Friday service today. It was a small gathering at a local church following a traditional liturgy. While the service wasn’t exactly what I find edifying on a regular basis, the paced scripture readings with moments of silence and an old hymn in between was a perfect way to pray and think of the Crucifixion.
There is something powerful about sacred space and the comfort of settling into an orderly liturgy. Though liturgy can also be suffocating, there are days such as Good Friday where it can be a tremendous tool in connecting with the Lord. Just walking into a relatively quiet church did so much to pull me out of my busy life and set my eyes on the importance of Christ’s sacrifice.
Traditional church services still suffer from their share of limitations, but today I found myself grateful that there are still sanctuaries set aside as a sacred meeting space and traditions that can be readily put into practice.
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