Holy Saturday for the Reformed and/or Task-Oriented
No lights were on, not even a candle. The dusk of the day through the opaque glass ceiling over our chancel area yielded just enough
No lights were on, not even a candle. The dusk of the day through the opaque glass ceiling over our chancel area yielded just enough
Holy Week demands that we dwell in-between. We have been trying since Palm Sunday to place ourselves in the familiar stories of this week, imagining
Joseph of Arimathea appears in all four gospels, but I am particularly drawn to the account in John, which includes some details beyond what the
But then what? In most of our worship contexts today, the church gives us nothing particular to do until Sunday morning, when it’s all trumpets