Now to the calendar’s zero, Good Friday. The liturgical year grinds to a halt. The church is stark; the altar is bare; the tabernacle is a shocking void.
It is three o’clock. Such intense emptiness: no distractions; no comfort; no Mass even. Only the fact of the Cross.
Psalm 22, sung by the choir of Westminster Cathedral
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