We tread a familiar pathway in this season of hope and renewal.
Walk through the Easter story with a weight of wonder.
Marvel anew at all our Lord went through as He trod the sand-blown, palm-strewn, hosanna-resounding, hostility-riven, nail-driven path to Calvary.
Our dark valleys and nights of the soul pale into insignificance beside Christ’s ordeal at Gethsemane.
Begging for the cup of suffering and sorrow to pass Him by.
Heart and soul in dread.
Sweating ruby-red from furrowed forehead.
Agonised at the thought of torment to come.
Never more fully human and fully God than in these heart-wrenching, lonely, decisive moments in history.
Friends slept oblivious as He waged war internally for our souls’ sake.
Faced being pinioned to a cross. Ready to accept all sin and loss.
Held captive so we could walk free in glorious grace-filled liberty.
Beating a path toward freedom as nails bite into torn, flailed flesh.
Thorns pierce deep and pain sears all senses.
Here lies Love ~ unconditional and immeasurable ~ greater than anything we will ever know.
He took the road less travelled and takes us with Him too.
Ponder His Passion.
Poured out wine of His royal blood Divine.
Pursue the pathway.
Be taken to the cross.
Meet with glory.
Live to tell this eternal story.