What might it mean to see the campus as a crossroads? As a place of intersection where the church and academia meet?
Sitting in a Good Friday service at the cathedral, I’m trying to hold it together. Rejected in a relationship. Uncertain about my job. Lost.
Looking on the scene of the crucifixion is painful. Roman guards drive nails through Jesus’ flesh and his body writhes in pain. You hold your breath while they raise the cross with Jesus pinned to it.
After being flogged, Jesus starts his final journey to the crucifixion site. Imagine being in the crowds watching on the side of the road as he comes stumbling along the way, barely able to walk, let alone carry the weight of the cross.
Friends, religious authorities, and now politicians are part of the community that abandons Jesus. Along the path we are now out of the garden and in front of the Roman governor’s residence, a structure whose architecture conveys great power and wealth. Watching from the outside, we wonder if we should even be here.