|Icon of the Crucifixion, by Olga Christine|
There are moments in life so deep, so lasting in consequence, their echo sounds from that moment onward, continually shaping us at our core. The suffering of Jesus Christ, along with his glorious Resurrection is just such a moment for all people, events, and time.
This week is fixed in history; through the liturgy of the Church we remember and enter in with Christ as he walks from Palm Sunday through the hours of darkness and into the Great Day of our liberation from Death. Yearly we repeat it to remember it. Yes, we have our communions, and every time we eat the bread and drink the wine we remember his death, but this week we immerse ourselves in every triumph, every disappointment, every disgrace, every painful scourge just to emerge, as he did, triumphant on Easter.
This moment is the moment of truth for all of us, for we can look upon Christ's body on the cross and respond; just how we respond shapes the rest of our lives. In the end, we always stand near Golgotha, always make our choice to either pick up our cross and follow him or walk away.