Since it was preparation day,
in order that the bodies might not remain on the cross on the Sabbath,
for the Sabbath day of that week was a solemn one,
the Jews asked Pilate that their legs be broken
and they be taken down.
I have not written on the daily readings in a while and that should change. Today the Sacred Heart of Jesus, and tomorrow the Sacred Heart of Mary. Two hearts. Look at that little snippet of Gospel I clipped today. The legs broken. Today, at another blog, I read of a monastery turned into a theme park. That’s not new, Churches are frequently turned into brew pubs, convents into condominiums. Blessed Katy Perry wanted to turn one into her home, nuns objected. It’s not new that sacred spaces are being repurposed. They are being changed to meet a modern time. I wonder, is that the legs broken. Is it the crippling of Christianity? Legs broken, hearts broken. They weep. But remember, after three days in a tomb He rises again. We have been through this before, but still a heartbreak. That Sanhedrin, though changed, still exists. They, the authority, the voice. They exert authority, then like today. Boisterous, arrogant, loud, and opinionated. The voice of authority, the crowd, the opinion of the masses. They scream today, just as then. But victorious, I think not. Christ rises after three days in a grave, .. .., .