Maundy Thursday’s service was deeply moving to me. Father Kevin rightly says that Holy Week equates to what other traditions find in their “revival” services.
On Good Friday, the service was not long; held in the gloom of the church at twilight, and the choir wore just the black cassocks, no white surplices. We sang O Sacred Head Now Wounded, and this beautiful plainsong hymn, Sing My Tongue the Glorious Battle, which is traditional for Good Friday:
Sing, my tongue, the glorious battle, Of the mighty conflict sing; Tell the triumph of the victim, To his cross thy tribute bring. Jesus Christ, the world's redeemer, From the cross now reigns as King.
I hope your observance (if any) of the events of Holy Week and Easter has been and will be meaningful to you.
Tonight is the Great Vigil of Easter!
I have my leg of lamb in a marinade in the fridge and will be making a lemon meringue pie this afternoon. And cleaning house, making ready for an Easter feast with our sons, and one son’s girlfriend! I hope the weather will be as pretty as today!