The Progress of A Pilgrim- A Journey

  As we enter into The Mystery of The Holy Week, we finally understand Pain. We finally understand the mystery of agony. For all the moments we cry out "why me Lord?", a Voice cries "Eli Eli lama Sabachthani" (My God, My God why has't Thou forsaken Me), for the moments of "why am I alone?", "Into Thy Hands do I commend my spirit", for the moments of"my life is Hell", "today ye shall be with Me in Paradise".  The Cross is the Final Pulpit where Christ truly teaches the Gospel. Calvary, the New Eden where The New Adam with His Mother, The New Eve, on The New Tree of Wisdom, finally lays a fatal blow in the Apostate Angel, The Serpent - Lucifer. It is here that man can relate with God. It is at this very moment Man finally finds his way back to God and God to Man. It is finally here that Humanity and The Blessed Trinity finally unite, where God isn't some distant Being but rather one of us "in all things but Sin...

  Like all plays and movies directed, written and acted in, by great directors, writers and actors, The Passion Play was not just directed by The Divine Director but rather was written and acted in by Him. But yet there are an interesting mix of charectors in this Play. Whether it's the Sleeping Peter and his friends or a Judaa selling his Lord and Friend for a few pieces of silver or a Pilate a judge who pronounced a miscarriage of justice for some trinkets of Roman Admiration or a Herod who thought of Jesus as magician and an entertainer, the women who wept when Jesus walked to Calvary, or a Cyrenean forced to carry Someone Else 's burden, or a Veronica wiping her beloved's Face or a Mary suffering silently with Her Son, a John weeping and beholding his beloved Lord dying on The Cross, a Magdalene weeping at The Crucified's Feet, a few onlookers mocking The Son of Man, a thief stealing Heaven, a thief seeking an easy way out, and finally, a Roman Centurion crying out ...

  The entire Holy Week may be summarised into a single word, Fickle-mindedness. In a strange act of humanity, an entire history changes. Today on Palm Sunday we see the entire city crying out Hosanna to a Carpenter's Son seated on a donkey. A man who lay His Feet as a Babe in a donkey's food trough, a manger. He hasn't a crown of gold or rich clothes to wear and not even a place to "lay His Head". But yet people have seen Him raise Lazarus from the dead, exorcise demons, raise a dead girl to life, heal a man born blind, cleansed lepers, heal a man who couldn't walk for 36 years, feed 5000 men, and cleansed the Temple with a whip made of cords. "They had seen all that he had done in Jerusalem". Now they know, He is their King, The Davidic Messiah, The Son of David. But wait....Is this "Hosanna to The Son of David" and the "Blessed in The Name of The Lord, is the One Who comes" the culmination of The Kingdom of Jesus, Son of Mary an...