We sat by the charcoal fire in the courtyard, just like Peter stood beside when he denied Christ. Boy was is smokey! |
Dia inspects the sharp, long thorn on this crown, woven from a vine that grows in Palestine. It makes rose thorns seem soft by comparison! |
This heavy cross made the young man standing behind it turn red in the face when we asked him to lift it. |
More prayers |
We wrote our names on scarlet pieces of fabric and nailed them to the cross, symbolizing Jesus' dying for our personal sins |
Dia lifts a sponge soaked in white vinegar to her nose |
As we reflected on Jesus' willingness to forgive the criminals hanging on crosses beside him, we were asked to write a personal sin on a plywood wall, knowing Jesus has forgiven that sin |
Dia and I inspect the tomb before we end our journey with prayer and anointing with olive oil by a pastor from The Peoples Church |
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