Can't Shake The Via Dolorosa

For some reason, tonight I just can't shake the Via Dolorosa. It holds me captive. I am humbled beyond words, yet words are my escape. So, she writes. Humanity has been redeemed by a single walk down the most sacred of roads. Imagine the Via Dolorosa. Imagine the soldiers holding back the pressing crowds. Imagine a "dead man walking", beaten and bleeding, wearing a crown of thorns upon his head, carrying his own method of execution. Imagine the Via Dolorosa. Imagine the crowds chanting and cheering for his death. Imagine the loneliness he must have felt. Imagine the despair his mother felt. Imagine the heavy weight of humanity. Imagine the split flesh on his back. Imagine the Via Dolorosa. Imagine the cross. Imagine the nails that pierced his human flesh. Imagine that this single walk held all of humanity (even those who cried out and cheered for his execution) on his wounded shoulders. Imagine the Via Dolorosa. Imagine the long walk all the way to Calvary. Imagine how near God was to Him. Imagine if anyone else felt his presence. Imagine a human sacrificial lamb. Imagine the cleansing blood. Imagine the Via Dolorosa. Imagine that he chose to walk this road alone, for me and you. Imagine the amazing grace of his love. Imagine the Via Dolorosa. I am in awe of the Via Dolorosa.