Gurgaon: Damascus. It was once on tips on how to this historic metropolis that Jesus Christ saw a mild from the heavens flash round him. And it is this city, and other towns and towns and villages across Syria, that has witnessed struggling on an impossible scale.
Suffering. Never has humanity been rid of it. And on Good Friday, the day when Christ was once martyred at the pass, the ‘Way of the Cross’ describes, starkly and poignantly, the general journey of Jesus Christ. In Gurgaon, at the Church of Immaculate Conception in Kanhai village, a bit of clear of the millennial bustle, the trustworthy accrued to pay tribute to Christ’s sacrifice, in an enactment that, over two hours, wound its way during the quiet lanes of this urban hamlet.
It was once an unseasonably hot morning however the sun, blazing down from a cerulean sky, did little to do away with worshippers from reliving, and reflecting on, a story of struggling that, unfortunately, displays no sign of finishing.
Actors provided flesh and bones to the torments, bodily and psychological, of Christ’s ultimate hours. Singers, accompanied continuously via the mushy strums of the guitar, squeezed each emotion out of these moments. It was once, at times, unnerving, this juxtaposition of gentleness and violence. But, then, isn’t the arena full of such disquieting juxtapositions?
“Crucify him! Crucify him!” the group bays. “Take him yourselves and crucify him, for I in finding no crime in him,” solutions Pontius Pilate, a key figure within the trial and crucifixion. Pilate, later, asks the group, “Shall I crucify your king?” to which they reply, “We have no king but Caesar!”
It was once fear that drove men and women to crucify Christ. And it is fear that drives many to taunt and humiliate and persecute the ones in contrast to us. In the mocking of Jesus, there are echoes of the way any person other – foreigners and migrants, queers, transgenders and the disabled, and sure, even ladies, and folks of color – are mocked in our day. Because of a daunting phobia of the opposite.
Suffering, it was once said, can appear completely irrational. “There are moments of struggling which seem to deny God’s love. Where is God in death camps? Where is he in mines and factories where children paintings like slaves?” At house, farmers. Abroad, Syrians. Everywhere, minorities. Each may well be asking that query, asking whether the darkness in their lives truly is so impenetrable that gentle can't enter.
On Friday, the flock was once reminded of the misery of India’s farmers, careworn via troubles beyond their ken, and of the agonies of the Syrians, the dust of whose country has been streaked red via the blood of hundreds of thousands of innocent children. Death, displacement and depression. Surrounded as we're via a virtually claustrophobic sense of struggling, it is pertinent to invite whether Jesus suffered in useless. On Good Friday, the oldsters of the Kanhai parish assured us, believer and non-believer, that he didn’t. Because, there’s all the time a time for the therapeutic to start out.
Suffering. Never has humanity been rid of it. And on Good Friday, the day when Christ was once martyred at the pass, the ‘Way of the Cross’ describes, starkly and poignantly, the general journey of Jesus Christ. In Gurgaon, at the Church of Immaculate Conception in Kanhai village, a bit of clear of the millennial bustle, the trustworthy accrued to pay tribute to Christ’s sacrifice, in an enactment that, over two hours, wound its way during the quiet lanes of this urban hamlet.
It was once an unseasonably hot morning however the sun, blazing down from a cerulean sky, did little to do away with worshippers from reliving, and reflecting on, a story of struggling that, unfortunately, displays no sign of finishing.
Actors provided flesh and bones to the torments, bodily and psychological, of Christ’s ultimate hours. Singers, accompanied continuously via the mushy strums of the guitar, squeezed each emotion out of these moments. It was once, at times, unnerving, this juxtaposition of gentleness and violence. But, then, isn’t the arena full of such disquieting juxtapositions?
“Crucify him! Crucify him!” the group bays. “Take him yourselves and crucify him, for I in finding no crime in him,” solutions Pontius Pilate, a key figure within the trial and crucifixion. Pilate, later, asks the group, “Shall I crucify your king?” to which they reply, “We have no king but Caesar!”
It was once fear that drove men and women to crucify Christ. And it is fear that drives many to taunt and humiliate and persecute the ones in contrast to us. In the mocking of Jesus, there are echoes of the way any person other – foreigners and migrants, queers, transgenders and the disabled, and sure, even ladies, and folks of color – are mocked in our day. Because of a daunting phobia of the opposite.
Suffering, it was once said, can appear completely irrational. “There are moments of struggling which seem to deny God’s love. Where is God in death camps? Where is he in mines and factories where children paintings like slaves?” At house, farmers. Abroad, Syrians. Everywhere, minorities. Each may well be asking that query, asking whether the darkness in their lives truly is so impenetrable that gentle can't enter.
On Friday, the flock was once reminded of the misery of India’s farmers, careworn via troubles beyond their ken, and of the agonies of the Syrians, the dust of whose country has been streaked red via the blood of hundreds of thousands of innocent children. Death, displacement and depression. Surrounded as we're via a virtually claustrophobic sense of struggling, it is pertinent to invite whether Jesus suffered in useless. On Good Friday, the oldsters of the Kanhai parish assured us, believer and non-believer, that he didn’t. Because, there’s all the time a time for the therapeutic to start out.
Worshippers mark Good Friday with Way Of The Cross enactment
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Reviewed by Kailash
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April 01, 2018
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