This is the garden of Gethsamani.
The olive tree in the background is over 2000 years old; a mute witness to the night that Jesus prayed here...
Was it not enough, O Pillar, that you bore the Creator and Lord of Life as His life, his blood, was so horridly spilt upon you? By your mute witness, convict us of our sins, that we may stop scourging our Lord.
See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Grant us, dearest Lord, to take up our daily cross, to unite it to you, as did the good thief to whom you promised paradise.
Lord, you endured the nails...
...to die on the cross...
...and be laid in the tomb.
and what was I whining about?
Get thee to Jerusalem!
My special thanks to Steve Ray, author of Crossing the Tiber - A better Holy Land pilgrimage is not to be had!
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