After the Evening Mass on Holy Thursday, Father said to “move everything that can be moved.”
So we did.
We took everything out of the sanctuary that we could move. And covered up what we couldn’t.
As we did, the mood slowly changed. Detailed discussions became a word or two. Swift and busy became slow and quiet.
Until no one spoke at all.
On the way out, we stopped to look at what we had done.
In the silence, the barren sanctuary with its empty tabernacle hit home.
As we stood there, someone broke the silence.
“It’s…it’s like He’s gone.”