The Way of Suffering

The Via Dolorosa.ftdDSC_0523

Our perfect Messiah carried his cross through Jerusalem down the Via Dolorosa.

Beaten and bleeding.

Wrongly accused by crowds of liars.

Despised by the world around him.

Denied by some of the people closest to him.ftdDSC_0512

I had the opportunity to walk down the Via Dolarosa this year.  I saw a piece of the road (pictures) that is old enough and in the right place to be where a bleeding Jesus actually dragged his cross.

On his way to a gruesome death.

For me.

For you.

I have no words that can express what if felt like that day to walk down the Via Doloroasa.

Where the worst of humanity had showed  itself.ftdDSC_0511

Where Satan laughed and applauded his team for work well done.

We all own a part of it.

Because our sins were piled on top of Jesus along with everyone else’s.

When Jesus cried, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me.” he was expressing the despair that our sin gave him as it separated him from his Father God.  He was in agony for hours on the cross as the sins of all the world were heaped upon him.

Then he gave up his spirit and he found peace.

Just like we find peace today because of his sacrifice for us.

Amen!  Hallelujah!



The Via Dolorosa

The Way of Suffering.

The path Jesus took throftdDSC_0523ugh Jerusalem that day.  The day he died on the cross – for you….for me.

His agony was more real to me as I walked down that crowded and narrow street just a few weeks ago.

The whips and the beatings caused his body to bleed. 

The hatred and anger etched upon the faces of the people he passed by must have hurt even more.  These were the people he loved enough to die for.   And they spit on him as the blood flowing down over his head mixed with the tears dripping down his face.

Meanwhile, Satan and his team cheered loudly, encouraging the crowds on as they hit Jesus and let the rage of their sinful hearts loose upon the sinless Son of God.ftdDSC_0527

It’s a narrow street.  It was filled with people and merchants on the day I walked down it just like it had been the day Jesus dragged his cross down it.  There wouldn’t have been much room.  I’m sure Jesus felt the pressure of humanity weighing down him just as much as the weight of the cross.

It was very personal.

And very ugly.

Isaiah’s prophecy from 700 years before Jesus was born rang through my head as I made my way down the Via Dolorosa:

He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him.  Nothing in his appearance that we should desire him.  He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering.

Like one from whom men hide their faces, he was despised.  And we esteemed him not.fdtDSC_0502

Surely he took up our infirmities and carried our sorrows, and we considered him stricken by God, smitten by him and afflicted. 

But he was pierced by our transgressions,

he was crushed for our iniquities.

The punishment that brought us peace was upon him and by his wounds we are healed.

We all like sheep have gone astray – each of us to his own way.

And the Lord has laid on him the iniquity of us all.”

Thank you, dear Jesus.