My mother's advice: there should always be an alternative route.
Do we really have to go this Way? Through the Cross and the shame of it, as if we were extras in an old Michael Been song ("I still believe") ... enduring the Passion before the hope of Resurrection?
And then the pain of resurrection itself. Do you think that Jesus felt nothing? Like open heart surgery and a flood of air into flattened lungs, after three days - three days - in the tomb in the garden beyond Golgotha?
It must hurt...
And this is the way to Paradise? "Today you will be with me in Paradise" Jesus assures The Good Thief, as they are both expiring on their crosses, the ultimate public execution engines of SPQR.
(We are more sophisticated now.)
Almighty God, whom
truly to know is everlasting life: Grant us so perfectly to know your
Son Jesus Christ to be the way, the truth, and the life, that we may
steadfastly follow his steps in the way that leads to eternal life;
through Jesus Christ your Son our Lord, who lives and reigns with you,
in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.
Even when we know what we are getting into. Amen, Alleluia.
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