It's now 1:12 am of Black Saturday...
Believe it or not, Good Friday this year was very subdued and quiet (given that this is New York City, that sounds highly unlikely, but there you go). I had a rehearsal (we have a new ensemble member starting next week, and I needed to go through a couple of things with him) then headed to church to pray the rosary and attend mass.
The mass, held at St. Malachy's Church on West 49th Street between Broadway and 8th Avenue, was very solemn, holy and quiet. Save for the spoken readings and homily, and the sung narrative of the Passion of Jesus Christ, it was a very quiet gathering. No opening hymn, no closing hymn, nothing blaring, nothing loud. And thankfully not one cellphone going off.
The first time I ever had to perform on a Good Friday, my body couldn't get over the shock of it (this was in London during my MIss Saigon run). I've since sung on many more Good Fridays, and I've tried to observe the day as best as I could, as prayerfully as I could. It's so much easier back home to do so, as all the malls and restaurants are closed, and everyone gathers either at home or at church for prayers, or the movies depicting Christ's passion are on every TV channel.
Perhaps it's not about the "how" of the celebration, but just remembering... remembering God's infinite and boundless love for each of us, and how He sent His Son to save us all. This is a season not only to remember Christ's suffering on the cross, but more importantly, of His resurrection. It's a season of love, and a season of hope.
May you all have a very Happy Easter!