Good Friday

Taking an impromptu trip to Bath, England, I attended the Good Friday service held at Bath Abbey, a very old church founded in 1499 (!). It was different from what I was used to. It was a music service where a choir of fully-gowned adults and children quietly proceeded to the front and sang excerpts of Liszt. It was a music meditation service that took you through 14 stations leading to the Cross.

Quite frankly, I needed this. This time to simply rest, meditate, and pray. Though the service was a lot more formal and liturgical from what I was used to, I was struck by the reverence shown to our Father. I could tell that everything was intricately planned, rehearsed, and put into practice. Perhaps it was the voices that filled the air and sounded like a heavenly chorus, but everything just seemed so..sacred. I was reminded of God's holiness in that still sanctuary.

"Holy, holy, holy is the LORD Almighty; the whole earth is full of his glory"
-Isaiah 6:3