Over four days, our altar told the story of Holy Week…
On Maundy Thursday, it was full—holding the echoes of Palm Sunday’s welcome, the intimacy of the Last Supper and the weight of what was to come.
On Good Friday, it was stripped bare. Quiet. Empty. A powerful reminder of loss and the depth of Christ’s sacrifice.
And then…we waited.
Until Easter morning, when everything changed. The altar was filled again—bright, beautiful and alive—proclaiming resurrection and new life.
If you saw it, you know.
If you didn’t, this is the story it told.
