Down Via Dolorosa

In the previous post we discussed the triumphant entry into Jerusalem, the City of David, by the young Teacher of Peace on that beautiful Sunday, with singing by the people.  The people had grand hopes and dreams that this Man would be the one to lead them to the new Promised Land.

As we all know, dreams and hopes soon fade into the sable clouds of disappointments and grief.  On this planet traversing the cosmos, sorrow is a constant shadow plaguing moments of joy and happiness.

gdw © 2017

April 16, 2017

Today is Easter which is celebrated around this majestic orb.  Growing up, we attended the services. The boys were outfitted with a new wardrobe, and the girls were dressed with Easter bonnets and spring dresses.

If you know boys, ties were not something to be tolerated after the services.  As soon as they were outdoors, ties flew to the heavens. After Sunday dinner the fishing poles were grabbed to head to the fishing places nearby.

As children the events from Palm Sunday to Easter morning were events we did not fully comprehend.  For children attending services in relative peace and comfort, the horrors faced by the Man of Sorrows did not connect yet to our comprehension of the past, present or the future.

Via Dolorosa was a strange name belonging to an ancient city so far in the past.  We did not know Latin and that the strange name meant “The Way of Grief”. Grief was not something that we could understand because we had yet to experience the joys and agonies of life.

The Teacher of Peace did experience the joys and agonies that week.  Like the old introduction to the ABC Wide World Sports on Saturday afternoon: He knew “the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat,” from riding a donkey on Sunday with palm branches and songs to being crucified on a Roman cross between Dysmas and Gestas (based on the Gospel of Nicodemus), the two malefactors, on Friday.

When one reads the Gospels about this week of triumphant and the ultimate betrayal, one senses that life is a series of events.  Many believe that life is a set of events over which we have no control or say.

The old theological concept of predestination to the current playful theory of a computer simulation removes the basic innate human ability to exercise free will.  Our destiny is not prescribed.  We have choices, and perhaps in the intriguing theory of parallel worlds we make different choices in each.

Who knows, perhaps, when life is over, and we stand on that shore of the cosmic ocean, all of those different scenarios coalesce into what we will become. Just speculating.

Going back to the historical narrative of the Gospels, on that early Sunday morning, life changed for a number of people.  What happened that morning and day has influenced countless millions in their search for truth.

Truth? Why are here?  What is my purpose?  What lies beyond the horizon of life?

It is sad, so very sad, that the Teacher of Peace in the Gospels and the message which challenged the religious hierarchy and the Roman World is not manifested in love and compassion for fellow humans in many places today. Life is so short for so many because of misery created by fellow humans on a quest for temporary status which will fade like the shadows at noontide.

However, the deeds of love and compassion are not mortal.  They speak to a higher plane of existence.

It is this plane where one can sail the cosmic ocean to the Safe Havens of a shore bathed in the effluence of truth.  From that port of call, roads like Via Dolorosa do not exist for, grief and sorrow have ended and the festivities of joyful living have just begun.


G. D. Williams © 2017

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Down the Via Dolorosa
in Jerusalem that day.
The soldiers tried to clear
the narrow street.
But the crowd pressed in to see
A Man condemned to die on Calvary.

He was bleeding from a beating,
there were stripes upon His back.
And He wore a crown of thorns
upon His head
And He bore with every step
the scorn of those who cried out for His death.