The sun beat down as perspiration drenched my clothes. I took a swig of water hoping my internal temperature would get the hint and start cooling. It didn’t.
My sister and I tried to keep up with the rest of our tour, but it was hard. The narrow streets of Old Jerusalem were bustling with tourists, merchants, and religious leaders from all faiths. No one wanted to waste the clear day.
I stood on my tippy-toes and peered right, then left. “Sue, where are they? Can you see the rest of the group?” My heart raced and I knew panic would set in soon if we didn’t find them.
We were on our way to the 14 Stations of the Cross and wanted to hear every word from our guide. We pushed ourselves through the mass of people.
Sue pointed. “There they are.”
We rushed to join them just as our guide spoke about the first station—where Jesus was condemned to death. I could almost hear the crowd shouting, “Crucify Him! Give us Barabbas!” I hung my head in shame. How could we do that to Him?
We moved to the second station—where Jesus took up His cross.
“Sue, can you imagine how heavy it must have been?”
We both shook our heads.
Something caught my eye at the fourth station where Jesus met His mother. A red streak dripped from the cross down to Mary’s hands.
I pointed to it. “What is that?”
“Graffiti,” our guide said.
I stood with hands on my hips. “It looks like blood.”
We visited each Station of the Cross along the Via Dolorosa. I pictured Jesus every step of the way. Why did He take our sins to the cross?
Sue and I had an amazing experience walking the Via Dolorosa. Yes, it was scorching that day, but did we care? Nope. Yes, it was crowded, but we felt like we were there 2,000 years ago. I imagine it was busy back then too.
We walked where Jesus walked. Wow.
I pictured Him struggling as He carried His cross. The very weapon that would kill Him would save the world. Interesting. I’m sure His sweat was mixed with blood and dripped relentlessly from His body. His burden slipped, and He fell more than once but got back up again. Each time. He knew the load He carried, and what would happen in a very short time.
He carried each of our sins—yours and mine—as He walked to Calvary. Then, He nailed them to the cross using His body.
So, what if there was no cross? I shudder to think of the possibility. When I do, I picture a world blanketed in darkness. Evil lurching in every corner. Satan running more rampant than he does today. No hope of survival.
Aren’t you glad Jesus won the victory on the cross? Evil’s veil was torn over 2000 years ago.
The cross—a symbol of God’s love. Of freedom. Click to tweet.
At the cross, at the cross
Where I first saw the light,
And the burden of my heart rolled away
It was there by faith I received my sight,
And now I am happy all the day!
Isaac Watts (Public Domain)
I have never been to Israel, but I can imagine how wonderful it must be. Just in awe of my Saviour and His sacrifice for a sinner like me. Thank you for this, Darlene!
Hey, Patti! Israel was so amazing. Just to walk in Jesus’ steps put us in tears many times. Praise Him for giving us eternal life! Thanks for stopping by. xo
WOW Sissy, I can picture every step of this days journey as we experienced Jesus walk to His Death.
But more importantly I remember GLAZING into the empty tomb…now that was an emotional moment of excitement to know He wasn’t there, He is risen. He is risen indeed.
Thank you Dar for sharing this powerful time we had together in our Precious Mom’s memory.
And…remember the communion we had in her memory. Wow. So emotional for us…having communion where He died and for Mama. Love you xo
Thank you for sharing..
Hi Mary. You’re welcome! Blessings!
I have been to Israel 3 times, and each time is a revelation of what Jesus did for me … for the world. I could so relate to your journey down the via Delarosa. I had to walk away from my tour to be alone with my thoughts. Oh, the love of Jesus. Oh, the blood of Jesus. I had to write this note to convey my thanks to you for sharing your intimate moment In Jerusalem. We both walked where Jesus bled. I wish you oceans of blessings, Sharon Leaf
Hi Sharon. Thanks so much for your comments. Yes, the Via Dolorosa is such a powerful journey. Blessings to you as well.