Every Wednesday in Lent at 7.00pm the Stations of the Cross were commemorated in the parish church.
Thirty lashes, crown of thorns pressed into his head, cross loaded on to his torn, bleeding shoulders, falling under its weight, finally a man pulled from the crowd of spectators to help him complete the distance to the place of his crucifixion.
At 3.00 o'clock on Friday afternoon, the oil lamp suspended over the altar, that burned twenty-four seven throughout the year, was extinguished, the Eucharist removed and the Tabernacle door left wide open to emphasize the emptiness.
And so it stayed until Mass was celebrated on Easter Sunday
morning.
Whatever else can be said about faith, it provides spirituality. meaning and purpose to life.
The Life of Christ and the three years of his ministry, short as it was and terrible as its end, has enriched the lives of millions since he walked the earth.
Even if the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost angles prove difficult, one would have to acknowledge his influence simply as a man was phenomenal.
Not much about his teaching can be denied.
He certainly paid a terrible price to show us the way.
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