Glowing candles, chants, music, and costumed characters filled the streets of Cuenca last night, Good Friday.
Penitent and pious, sinners and saints, innocent and guilty processed, pausing only to watch as actors reenacted that night we call good.
All walked with Jesus to His crucifixion. All walked with Jesus to His death.
Sitting in the Cathedral watching people rise to line up, I hesitated to join them. I’m not Catholic, Ecuadorian, or Spanish speaking. I stick out and still feel like a tourist, not like one of them.
Yet I am a Christian, just like them.
God sees me as His own, and He sees them as His own. We are His.
I joined the Stations of the Cross procession. Video
These gentle people accepted me and my presence with them. I never sensed a judgmental look or comment. It was remarkable and yet not really, for we are His children, all Brothers and Sisters.
They get it, I’m the one who doesn’t…or hasn’t, until now.
Video taken for the audio, as this was spoken at each station. Translation help welcome.
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