In the stillness of this solemn Good Friday night, The church, stripped bare, stands in reverent repose, As shadows deepen, and stars softly alight, We feel the weight of sorrow, as darkness grows. Gone are the candles' flickering flames, The altar cloth removed, the chalice bare, Symbolizing Christ's sacrificial aims, His agony, his suffering, his love to share. No more adornment, no pomp or display, Just the rawness of truth, stripped to the core, In this barrenness, we humbly pray, Embracing the silence, longing for more. For in the stripping of the church, we find, A deeper understanding, a truth enshrined.
A "restless" theologian in service to the church of Jesus Christ