Good Friday. What a beginning to a day. At 7:00 a.m. this morning, I was at the church, opening the sanctuary for our annual Stations of the Cross experience. This year, it’s pretty amazing.
The artists of the Northwest Church decided to create pieces for each of the stations, and I am both thrilled and humbled by the work they have created. From sculpture to paintings to collage to pen and ink to to quilting…the result is an experience that is profound on many levels. My fear was that the work would become about the artists themselves, rather than the Christ, but as it turns out, that’s not it at all. The varying perspectives on Jesus’ journey of that day each help the viewer enter into that journey differently, and while the art does not “disappear”, it clearly points to the reality behind it.
I’m not sure we did as good a job as we could have done getting the word out, because now it strikes me a gift that people should experience. If you have a chance, come by today, and take a slow walk into the holy.
At 7:00 p.m., there will be an hour-long Taize service of prayer–sung, spoken, and silent. And after that, the building will be open until 10:00.
Jesus died on this day…