
On this day we walk with Him. The stations of the cross are along the Via Delorosa, a path that wanders through all of the quarters of the Old City - Jewish, Muslim, Armenian and Christian. One might refer to this path as an urban river or living river, with all of the masses crowded together. The river is calmer in the early morning though and we began at 6, walking in silence. As we passed through Herod's Gate on the north side of the city, we heard the cock crow and got chills as the memory of Peter's denial and the cock crowing was fresh in our minds. While the shops were closed and the streets were much less kinetic the path was still alive. As we bore the cross from one station to the next we had to avoid cars, school children, street sweepers and, of course, lots of cats.
Yet amongst the life and the distractions of the city streets it was not hard to imagine Christ walking along the road. Receiving jeers, taunts, projectiles and more, Jesus carried His cross towards His death. His supporters were not to be found as they too might have joined Him by association. There is a moment though where Jesus sees His mother Mary and a disciple is with her. In this moment, Jesus does one of the most human things I can think of and in all practicality tells His friend, "You have to take care of my mother now." There is no dramatic moment or final goodbyes, just practical compassion. "Take care."
The road ends at the Church of the resurrection, an enormous church that covers both Calvary Rock, on which Jesus was crucified, and the tomb in which He was buried. The line for the tomb is always full of people behind police barricades even at 6 in the morning, so instead we waited for our chance to reach down and feel the hole in which the cross rested to crucify Christ, for without death there cannot be new life. Powerful.
Fr Andrew led us down deeper into the quarry from ancient times that is just behind and below Golgatha. In this deep dark place we pondered the idea of "living rock." Christ is the rock of the church and is alive within us and between us. To share that space with men that I have come to call brothers was extremely special and holy. Certainly, the Spirit dwelt among us.
After visiting a tomb near Jesus' just to see what it would have been like - a hole in the rock - it was still early in the day but many of us were tired so we returned to St George's for some naps.
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The roof of the Dead Sea Scrolls |
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JJ next to the sculpture |
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I'm just messing with you on this one! |
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