READ : Isaiah 53:1-12
Some visitors carry wooden crosses down the narrow winding streets. Others flog themselves with leather whips. Some content themselves with making the journey upon their knees. All of them are trying in some small way to enter into the suffering of Jesus as He traveled the Via Dolorosa, the Way of Sorrows, the traditional pathway Jesus followed from Pilate’s Hall to Calvary. Commemorated by 14 stations or stops, this trail leads through the heart of the Old City of Jerusalem.
As we walked its narrow corridors we found ourselves walking through the meat market, where even today the blood of sheep and goats runs in the cracks. The stench was horrible. Yet greater was Jesus’ horror as He followed His cross to the place of His execution. The crowds filling the streets with taunts. The push of the soldier’s spear in His already torn back. The heat and the exhaustion taking its toll as the weight of our sins began to fall upon His head.
As I think back upon that long walk in the footsteps of Jesus, as I ponder what He endured for me, the words of a hymn come to mind: “Jesus to Calvary did go, His love for mankind to show; What He did there, brought hope from despair: O how He loves you, O how He loves me, O how He loves you and me.”
Discuss: How much does Jesus love me?
Jesus, thank You for walking the Via Dolorosa for us. Ame