Cold. Rain. Snow. Slippery steps and walkways. That’s my Jerusalem experience. And so it’s no surprise that I’m coughing, congested, and tired after walking the Via Dolorosa in the early morning in that.
But there was no blood. No heavy cross. No scourging for me! Just annoyances. Just inconveniences.
What a blessing a cough is. Just the smallest reminder. Just the smallest cross. Just the smallest nudge to gratitude.
To be reminded that even the heaviest crosses don’t really compare to what our Lord had to endure. And certainly the small coughs and sniffles don’t!