A Prayer on the Way to Golgotha
I’m desperately trying to find you, my Lord.
I’ve heard you’ve been arrested—could it be?
I have heard incredulous whispers. You’re going to be crucified?
No, no, it cannot be.
Heart racing, I run in the direction of Golgotha.
In the distance, I see three crosses.
As I get closer, I hear shouting.
Then, something much worse: blood-curdling screams.
I stop in my tracks: What is happening?
I run faster.
Suddenly the sky becomes pitch dark, but it’s only noon.
In the darkness—I can barely see the crosses, but I trudge in the direction of the noise.
Stumbling, I find my way to Golgotha.
I realize that three men have been crucified.
Please, please, my Lord, not you!
I take a deep breath, and I begin to walk closer to the crosses.
I now hear your voice. I recognize the voice of Love.
Oh, dear Jesus, it is you!
Fearful, I walk around the middle cross, and I look up.
Even in the darkness, I can see your tortured face.
I fall to my knees, crying: How could we have done this to you?
And then I hear you say: “Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.” (Lk. 23:34)
Dear Jesus, I am on holy ground, for I am so close to you, my Savior.
I will stand here in the darkness, and I will not divert my gaze from you.