Three years ago, I was given the privilege of playing Jesus in a dramatized Good Friday Stations of the Cross at Our Lady of the Mission Parish, Whitfords. It’s quite a daunting thing, really, being the face of Christ to hundreds of people, not to mention doing it practically in your underwear half the time.
You hear the Passion reading twice every year, and yet actually being in Jesus’ footsteps on his way of the cross is such a surreal, humbling and uplifting experience. You understand how utterly terrified he was in the Garden of Gethsemane, and how calmly he accepts the will of his Father.
You see the humility and courage He has facing the death sentence by Pilate. You walk alongside Him as He is tortured to the point of near-death and forced to carry the instrument of His own agony through the city. You feel the blows of the soldiers who nail Jesus to the cross, and gasp with Him His final breath. And through all that, Jesus also shares His passion with His mother, comforts those who weep for Him, forgives those who execute Him, and promises salvation to the dying, repentant sinner.
How can He endure with mercy such inhumanity, to save all of humanity?