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
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