As the service progressed, the story of Jesus’ crucifixion
was being acted out in front of us by actors with scripts. I was vaguely aware of the passing of time
because the sunlight kept moving. It
slowly crept closer and closer to the crucifix on the wall, until finally, at
about the time the readers said, “Above him there was an inscription: 'This is
the King of the Jews'”, the sun had reached and was illuminating the
crucifix. The light was getting dimmer
because the sun had moved into a position where only a small slice of light was
able to make it through the window; the sun was at a sharp angle relative to
the window.
I began to wonder if we were going to see a miracle of timing. Would the light go out just when…
I began to wonder if we were going to see a miracle of timing. Would the light go out just when…
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