From one of the great blogs that I follow, “The Seeker”. I felt compelled to reblog this wonderful piece.
Was I there?
At the crack of dawn, when everybody is still asleep, before the narrow streets of Old Jerusalem turn into a market place and become crowded with people, we were there to do the Via Dolorosa and reflect what it was to be there.
Via Dolorosa is a Way of Sorrow. It is long winding narrow streets of Old Jerusalem starting from Ecce Homo Convent to the Basilica of Holy Sepulchre. We carried the cross as the way Jesus carried it from being judge by Pilate and the people at the Judgement Hall all the way to Golgotha, the site of the crucifixion.
There are fourteen stations that we stopped along the way:
I. Jesus is condemned to death
II. Jesus takes up the Cross
III. Jesus falls under the Cross for the first time
IV. Jesus meets his Mother
V. Simon the Cyrenian is forced to carry the…
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