Son #2 gave me this book for Mothering Sunday and it didn’t take long to read, but I’m sure it will be read and re-read again and again. It comes from Bishop Stephen Cottrell preaching the ‘Three Hours’ on Good Friday at St Paul’s Cathedral and focuses on the things Jesus carried:
The Cross; A crown of thorns; A seamless robe; His followers’ disappointments; The hopes of God; The sins of the world; Our sorrows; A broken heart.
The style is meditative and poetic and would be a great book for Lent or to journey to the cross with during Holy Week. There are questions to ponder at the end of each chapter.
Here is the last paragraph which is still with me…
So here I stand. It is as if everyone else has departed and I am alone at the foot of the cross. The day is almost over, and Jesus waits upon me. He looks at me with such tenderness. He won’t make this decision for me. He just waits. And until that day when God gathers together all the scattered fragments of his creation he will go on waiting. HIs offer remains the same. There is nothing I need to do to earn it or deserve it. It is just there, carried by this cross. I feel the weight of it. I see the extent of it; and I am faced with a choice. It is the same choice that every person faces or avoids; the same choice those criminals either side of him encountered as their lives inched towards death: shall we sneer, or shall we ask to be remembered?