thursday

I didn't leave work till late on Thursday, and then drove through evening traffic to get to church for rehearsal before Maundy Thursday service.

In the intimacy of the church, the priests and new parishoners washed feet while we sang. After communion, we chanted Psalm 22 while priests, acolytes and altar guild folk stripped the altar. As candles were extinquished, somebody dimmed the lights down to its lowest setting and we almost could not see the words of the psalm.