Anything that could be taken out of the church is gone. The little that couldn’t be moved is covered up. The presence light is gone, and the tabernacle is empty.
Just like we left it on Good Friday. Not just physically empty, it felt empty.
Today, it feels…different. The church is stripped bare. But somehow, there’s something there.
It's silent, but not quiet.
There’s an anticipation in the air. As if the very stones know that there’s something different about tonight.