After all the church activity, Good Friday evening is cold and empty, empty as the stripped altars, the shocking, open tabernacle, without even its curtain…
If I feel like this, wondering how long it will be till Sunday morning, how must it have been for his Mother, and the scattered, frightened disciples?
To whom can we turn, when silence lies hollow as the night wind, and the light fails at last?
Peter said it: “Lord, to whom can we go? You have the words of eternal life.” (John 6.68)