The journey begins.
One step of devotion, and the waters clap their hands in worship, splashing joy on the hearts of the faithful.
Another step, and Christ calls His disciples to service and ministry.
A little further now, and Jesus calls to the sick, weary and burdened. Together they begin a parade of life, marching across the dusty landscape of Galilee.
The road delivers the pilgrims to the walled city of Jerusalem, filled with palms and psalms and shouts of “Hosanna!”
Just beyond the city walls, the winding path finds the upper room. The road-weary warriors of peace realize a moment to rest, refresh and reflect. In the hushed and mysterious chant of the ancient rituals of Passover, they learn of a new Way; a thoroughfare paved with grace and mercy that leads through the wilderness to the Promised Land.
The road will not be easy for the Savior, for it rises to a walled garden where despair meets conviction. The inner battle won, the cup gripped and drained, He rises to walk another weary trail.
Walking, falling, stumbling and bleeding, the Savior takes the Way of Sorrows, and the journey ends in gasps of forgiveness.
The path to a borrowed tomb is thought to be the final destination. But joy breaks free with the morning sun, and is greeted with rolling stones and rising hopes, as Jesus walks again, in the garden with His creation!
Christ is the journey, and He is the journey’s end! Amen!
-Joseph M. Martin, composer