Scenes from Good Friday

Here are some photographs of Good Friday in my new church.


I had the chapel and altar of repose to myself for 40 minutes this morning (8.00-9.00 — there was another person there until 8.20). The last blue votive went out while I was there.


Having all the votives was something new to the congregation here, something I took from my former place, but people seemed fine with it.


The stained glass reflections at 9.15 were glorious. The church faces N-S so the light comes in differently... one gets the good reflections first thing in the morning and early evening. The altar looks hand-made (aren't they all?) but I haven't been able to find out its history yet.


Going through the Triduum makes this place feel more like home. I simply cannot imagine having my first Sunday on Easter yet I have read some announcements of clergy who are doing just that. I thought starting out in Advent was hard enough.


Until I find out otherwise, I will think of this altar being made out of Vermont wood.


For a short time the reserve Sacrament rested on the high altar.


The marble is quarried locally.


Here is the church as we left it at 1.30 this afternoon.

It is a bit odd for me not to have participated in an evening/night liturgy, to finish up all my Good Friday duties by 3.00 in the afternoon. So I listen to Priesner's Requiem for a Friend and earlier on, to J. S. Bach's Saint John Passion.