Saturday, March 30, 2013

Artsy Fartsy Friday~~~Were You There...? ~~Selah

      An outdoor procession of the stations of the cross.

            In New York City where I grew up our Church had a procession every year. The men of the Church would take turns carrying the huge cross through town. It would take several men at a time with one carrying the cross in it's center.

          The women would walk behind it singing songs and rain or shine the youth group would play the parts of the Crucifixion.

I watched as the teen who played Jesus tried to convey pain and exhaustion as he walked through the streets as other teens who played soldiers whipped and mocked him

                      As a child I would look at the teen they chose to play Mary and I would wonder what the real Mary looked like. What was she feeling as the child she loved so much was going to die?

      I wondered about the people who were witnesses. How did they feel? Were they scared, did they feel helpless? hopeless?
             The procession always ended back at the Church where there was a solemn quiet time of reflection. In that silence my Mom would cry.

I remember feeling embarrassed of those tears.

              It would scare me.

                    "Mom, why are you crying?" I would ask her.

                     "Because he suffered so..." my Mom would answer.

I can still see myself ...looking up at my mom as those tears rolled down her face and now I get it.

I think of Him walking through those streets....battered and bloodied; knowing his fate he walked on.

I think of the people in His life that loved him, how helpless they must have felt seeing their Teacher, Friend, Son walk to certain death.

I think of the unbearable pain He must have been in and I cry as He still showed love and mercy to those who mocked him and were there to watch him suffer.

I remember my mom's tears and how now I cry with the same answer

                        "Because he suffered so...."

               We know how the story ends


             and Thank it begins again



  1. Beautiful post!!

    Easter blessings for you all.

    1. Hi Beth! Have a beautiful Easter!

  2. That must have been amazing to see. My parents were very involved in our church yet no one ever really talked about God at home and even though I know this story was taught to me in Sunday School I never absorbed it.
    I am a visual person and this would have been wonderful to see. I am enjoying The Bible story on the History channel these past few weeks. Have a blessed Easter.

    1. Hi Debby, I do miss it. Good Friday always finds me yearning for that time in my old church with my family.

  3. Gosh, I am talking about this very same song on my blog today!!!! I thought the girl at church sang it beautifully, Phil says she did not have the notes right. NOW I will play this for him and we will know for sure. WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN???? Wishing you a wonderfully joy filled and meaningful Easter.

    1. Hi Ginny, when I went to your blog and read about the very same song I laughed and said "here we go again! " Lol we are always on the same wavelength!

  4. Amen!

    Good to hear from you again--hope all is going well for you and your family!

  5. I do so like comming here! I haven't gotten around as much as I wanted to. I've finised the first draft of a novel!! Now for the re-writes! I could really picture this treck with the cross and all those wondering hearts. I'm so glad that you "get it" about your mother's tears! He is risen! He is risen indeed! :)

  6. Amen and how it begins!

    What an amazing church you attended. God bless you my friend!


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