The way up the Hill

I finally made up my mind to join the way of the cross - It’s not during the Holy Week that I should go for easy choices. The prayer started and I could hear the song ‘Oh! The one who brought victory by dying on the cross’ and I started walking towards the group.

We progressed slowly, singing to the next station. The song was sung at least three to four times before we reached the next station since each station was arranged at least a quarter kilometer apart. By the time we reached the seventh station, my legs had started aching. This was not easy - I began doubting whether I made a wise decision to go for a long way of the cross on the day of fasting. We reached the tenth station and the road was still level. The way of the cross was supposed to be up a hill. I was starting to feel a bit cheated since I could not see any hill nearby.

The road soon reached a steep climb uphill. The climb was so steep that I had to support myself by pushing against my knees with my palm. The steeper the road became, the lower went my confidence. Soon the road ended. I looked up and saw a very steep climb covered with big rocks and loose debris. The main singers were progressing forward singing as energetically as before, but I gasped for breath. I brought my gaze down from the steep hill to my feet and took my first step to climb. After that I never looked up. But just kept climbing up, searching for the next best rock to place my foot. Gasping and panting I reached the top of the hill and there, stood the big Cross - The sign of the greatest victory ever. The cool breeze brushed past soothing me and I felt a sense of quite and peace. After the final blessing we began the climb downhill. I was quiet worried about the steep hill as the climb down could be very tricky and dangerous especially for an amateur trekker like me. Again, I proceeded –one step at a time.

Within no time I reached the road and I was amazed that I made it without much problem and slowly began trotting down the steep road. Suddenly it occurred, life’s problems too had seemed overwhelming to me. I had stood frozen at the foothill of problems seeing the big hard climb. But I also remembered with gratitude the first step I took in faith with grace of God and people who lend a helping hand wherever I stumbled - Friends, well -wishers, men of prayer and everybody who was there to ensure that I completed the climb. Time quickly passed and I never realized that I had already started the journey downhill. The journey was still hard but the gentle helping hands were still there to guide me.

I woke up from my thoughts with a soothing thought that, I am on my journey downhill – not just literally but I believed it by faith since I knew that the ‘Journey’ was not yet over. My slow steps gently gathered momentum and I began to run. Yes, I am on my journey downhill. I pressed my eyes hard since I did not want anyone to see my tears - I have left the ‘Hill’ behind and will soon reach the quite road Home.

The hot dry evening was coming to an end and the sky prepared for the soothing Good Friday drizzle.