May I never boast of anything except the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, by which the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world. ~Galatians 6:14
We pilgrims are in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, which is built over the place where Jesus died. We have the opportunity to bend low, crawl beneath an altar, and reach through a hole to touch the bedrock of Golgotha.
I know that my fingers are touching a rock, an ordinary rock. I know the rock is grimy from other people’s fingers. But when I touch it, I am ever more certain that a sinless Jesus suffered and died for the love of all of us, with our grimy hands and besmirched hearts.
How might you place yourself at the foot of the cross this Holy Saturday?
Prayer: Jesus, Lamb of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.
This material is adapted from my book, Chasing the Divine in the Holy Land.
The photo is mine, taken in the Church of the Holy Sepulcher.
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