Walking into the Darkness

Tonight after our open church time in remembrance of Good Friday, I walked into the sanctuary to start the transformation for Sunday morning. This is one of my favorite parts of being in ministry: being able to see the behind the scenes preparation aspect of worship.

I remember the first time I robed and participated in a service. I knew the movement and who was going where when. From that first processional down the aisle to the platform, I stepped fully into my call to live as a minister.

Tonight as I turned off the lights of the church and locked the office, I just smiled. We walked into the darkness and know we hold our breaths in a collective hope that in the coming days we will experience something miraculous.

Jesus cried, “It is finished,” and it was; yet in another very real way, it was just beginning.