Service started promptly at 3pm as the servers, communion ministers and priests walked in solemnly. The atmosphere was just sad and it was just minutes into the service that the rain came falling down.
Every year, I would tell friends and family, "Just wait and see, it's bound to rain on Good Friday." True to word, it did. I do not, for one second, think it's coincidence at all.
During the Veneration of the Cross by the priest, it continued to pour outside. When the priest unveiled part of the cross and sang the phrase, "This is the wood of the Cross, on which hung the Saviour of the World", the thunder just roared through the air as everyone responded,"Come, let us worship." It was just unbelievably surreal. I cannot fully describe how I felt at that time, it was a mix of sadness and being in awe I suppose.
This song by LeAnn Rimes pretty much sums it up.
*It's called a service on Good Friday (and not Mass) as Jesus had died and is not present in the Eucharistic Celebration"
