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[Grid::Blog::Via Crucis 2007] lentenblog moleskine 040707 Station XIII

[Grid::Blog::Via Crucis 2007] lentenblog moleskine 040607 Stations IX — XII

On Good Friday 2007 we had a candlelight vespers service that concluded with the congregation walking —candles in hand— down the prayer path which ended at this knee-high cairn of an altar where each dropped a stone onto the pile; all along the pathway gordon had nailed up stations of the cross. Click below to see a little gallery.

[Grid::Blog::Via Crucis 2007] lentenblog moleskine 040507 Stations VII & VIII

we ask why these mile markers are highlighted.

we ask what we could've done.

we ask where would we have been.

a strange fraternity.

[Grid::Blog::Via Crucis 2007] lentenblog moleskine 040407 Stations V & VI

where were the twelve on the road up to the ballad tree?

i like the shifty-eyed guys in the background.

[Grid::Blog::Via Crucis 2007] lentenblog moleskine 040307 Stations III & IV

still: a man hears what he wants to hear, and disregards the rest.

[Grid::Blog::Via Crucis 2007] lentenblog moleskine 040207 Stations I & II

Of course, Jesus also instituted foot-washing, but most chose not to adopt that as a recurring symbol of faith.

[Grid::Blog::Via Crucis 2007] lentenblog moleskine 040107 Palm Sunday

The Holy Week — the Via Crucis — begins with a red-carpet crowd, as Gordon's sermon pointed out this morning. Onlookers, well-wishers, gawkers, rubber-neckers, bit players and co-stars. But the donkey-colt-enthroned Christ asks, "Who can follow me?" Can I? Can you? Where will we be when the dust settles and the Nazarene carpenter is nail-pierced and hanging on a tree?

24 hours until grid::blog

editor's note: rats. today's journal sketch will have to wait until tomorrow to post, because it is locked inside of my office. i was downtown at ruta maya tonight with tim and travis, planning an upcoming emergent|SA event [28 April in Seguin, save the date], and when we walked over to the studios (the band was too loud for conversation) — i took out my journal to show the guys the sketches, and i left it there. right there, on my desk. at work. and locked the doors and set the alarm and drove off. got home to paint today's sketch and reached into my backpack and [wah, wah, wahhhh] no journal. like i said, rats.

it's 24 hours until the [Grid::Blog::Via Crucis 2007] begins. i'm hoping to support the writers with a visual thread every day. here's the calendar, and an invitation to join us as we blog our way thru Holy Week and toward the cross.