I went to my very first Good Friday service. In my church background, we never had services on Good Friday. Some friends of mine minister at a church nearby and they were having their first Good Friday service, so I thought my family should join in and help us focus on the meaning of Easter.
Not knowing what to expect, I was really moved by the experience. The auditorium was dimmly lit, with communion spread out at the front, along with candles. The service was simple, yet profound.
We took communion together as the body of Christ, remembering the giving up of his body and the giving of his blood. We sang songs of Christ’s sacrifce and love, and inbetween times of singing, there were times of scripture read by various members, all expounding the last moments of Christ’s life.
After each scripture was read, a candle was extinguished, so that when the words, “It is finished” was read, we were in darkness and silence. We were dismissed by the pastor and we left in the quiet and in the dark.
I am sad to say that I will miss the beauty of Easter at this church when the members will enter to a beautifully LIT auditorium, full of light…the light of Christ and His resurrection.
Of course, we, as His children, walk in His light each and every day. I am thankful for that. But it was a good reminder for me at that Good Friday service to remember what I could be walking around in. Darkness. Utter darkness.
Praise God that He has come and brings us into the light of His love.