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 Cross
VI. Veronica wipes the sweat from Jesus’ face
VII. Jesus falls for the second time
VIII. Jesus consoles the women of Jerusalem
IX. Jesus falls for the third time
X. Jesus is stripped of his garments
XI. Jesus is nailed to the Cross
XII. Jesus dies on the Cross
XIII. Jesus is taken down from the Cross
XIV. Jesus is laid to the tomb.
I was there twice and helped carried the Cross. The weight of the Cross is heavy that it takes four people to carry but the weight of the real Cross in this world is much heavier to carry as I depicted in this post here.
This causes me to tremble.