From Nick Sanchez
This morning, we woke up early to walk the Stations of the Cross. The shops in Jerusalem are still shuttered before sunrise — even most of the coffee stalls. And there in the sleepy stone streets, we prayed.
Jesus falls three times. Veronica wipes his brow. Mercifully, he gets a little help carrying the cross for a time.
And then, somewhere in the dark, I heard a strange sound. The alleycats were fighting. The small commotion was annoying, and then it was kind of funny. They sounded ridiculous.
I’m sure that’s what my sister and I sounded like as kids, fighting in the backseat of our parents’ car. It gets so much more terrible, I thought, when we’re older.
We humans are often quick to mock and tease. We devise thorn crowns and take up hammers. Tragedy leads to tragedy.
But after the nails and the spear, lost in darkness, how miraculous is it that the dawn comes to find us once again?
