This evening, as the sun begins to set, we enter the most sacred and solemn time of the Christian year: the Triduum—three holy days that unfold as one continuous drama, beginning with Maundy Thursday, carrying us through Good Friday, and leading us into Holy Saturday. These days are not isolated events, but one great story of love and loss, of suffering and silence, that prepares us to receive the joy of Easter with deeper gratitude and wonder.

On Maundy Thursday, we remember the night Jesus gathered with his disciples for a final meal. It is an evening of tenderness and heartbreak, when Jesus kneels to wash his friends’ feet, offers them bread and wine, and speaks of love even as betrayal looms. We, too, are invited into that upper room—to be served, to serve, and to share in the mystery of Christ’s presence among us.

Good Friday brings us to the foot of the cross. We hear the story of Jesus’ passion, we pray solemn prayers for the world, and we sit with the unbearable truth that God’s own Son suffered and died. It is a day without pretense, a day for lament, honesty, and awe. Here, in the shadow of the cross, we face the depths of human pain and the even deeper well of God’s mercy.

Holy Saturday, the final day of the Triduum, is a quiet day—one without liturgy in our congregation, but rich with meaning. It is the day Jesus lay in the tomb, and the world held its breath. It is a day between—between death and life, grief and joy, sorrow and hope. I invite you to keep this day as one of prayerful waiting. Light a candle, read a psalm, take a walk in silence. Let your heart prepare for the dawning of Easter morning.

I hope you will join us on this journey of faith. Come for one night, or come for both. Together, we bear witness to a story that changes everything—a story that begins in love, passes through death, and ends in the promise of new life.