Today, Good Friday is a solemn day, a day of thought and of contemplation.
I was honoured to read the part of Jesus at Rochester Cathedral in the Passion of Christ at the start of the day, and then, later we moved onto the service entitled the liturgy of the cross, which is set in a stark and barren cathedral with no lights music or warmth...in fact almost an inhospitable space where we thought of the final moments of Jesus.
As Canon Phil Hesketh brought the Great Cross down the Aisle the enormity of the moment becomes apparant. For me though, there are two defining moments in this service.
The moment the cross slams to the floor with a deafening thud in a silent Cathedral, and then that moment where we all venerate the cross and all that it stands for, often shedding a tear as we realise the enormity of what went on at that moment all those years ago.
If you havent been to the foot of the cross, then perhaps you might take an hour out of your day next Good Friday and stop to think what it really means.
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