As I sit here in my hotel room contemplating what to write about tonight, I remember back over the last year. You see my blog went online Thursday before Good Friday 2014. A lot has happened in the last year since I began this journey. This journey of mine began as I was working in a Call Center and making somewhat low pay. It did offer some good insurance and good friends regardless of the low pay. Another thing it offered me was time almost every night, if not every night, to write my blog posts. I haven’t worked there for about 2 months now and I have missed writing like I used to. You see, the new job that the Lord gave me is one I love and am so very grateful for, however, it does not afford me the time to write like I used to. I know the Lord was preparing me for this time in my life with my last job that I had for a little over two years. I grew a lot while I was there. Mostly internal growing. I learned more about following and trusting the Lord, knowing He had a perfect plan for my life. I just had to finally hand the reins over to Him and let Him lead me. I did (most of the time) and has the walking with Him been ever so sweet.

As I approach this weekend, looking forward to Easter, it won’t quite be the same as last year. Last year, I was able to go to my own church, sing in the choir and be a part of that whole worship experience for Easter morning. Oh how I love my church, the pastors and the folks in it. I have been there for almost two years, it will be two years in August. I have grown there as well.

The job I have now has me out of town at any given week and no telling where I am going to be. The past month and a half I have spent in the North West mostly. Washington state and Southern California. Today I left Southern California and 85 and sunny (almost warm) and landed in Portland Oregon and was welcomed by 48 degrees and rain. It is quite interesting and I do love it. I am headed down a path of somewhat knowns, but there is always a twist to every trip that makes for an interesting time. I never get bored and really don’t get lonely. I spend 2-3 weeks a month in a different city, different hotel, different vehicle, and a different location with folks I never knew before and may never see again. However, I never feel alone or lonely. I have always been a people person – thanks to my wonderful mom and dad that taught my brothers and me how to socialize and communicate no matter where we are. It is a gift that is sometimes just a God given talent and others have to work at it.via-dolorosa-ambigram

I met a young lady in my last location that had the prettiest smile and brightest outlook on life and was absolutely wonderful with customers. I told her what I thought about how wonderful she was with all the customers and she told me a little bit about herself. She told me that when she was young (she was pretty young to me now… lol), she was so painfully shy. She said that she could barely speak to a stranger. Then she got tired of not being able to talk to people and got tired of being so shy, so she made her mind up to come out of her shell and begin the journey of learning how to talk to people and converse. I commended her for that. She made a choice. She didn’t want to stay so shy because she realized how confining that is. So she chose to change. She chose to be different. With that choice, she is making a difference in people’s lives, even if it is just a bright smile and a “Thank You” and “You’re Welcome”. Yes, those two phrases are missed so often in this day and age. People have either forgotten how or were never taught how to say “Thank you” and “You’re welcome”.

There is another person that chose to make a difference in people’s lives. This person knew the journey He was going to make from the time He began. He knew it was not going to be an easy journey. It would be one with painful and joyful moments alike. A journey with folks that loved Him and folks that hated Him. Most of those, if not all, never really understood Him. The journey I am talking about would be that journey from the most perfect place, Heaven down to this globe of ours known as earth. The journey from the most perfect place to earth? Really? Then He would enter this world of ours as a tiny baby. Helpless and shriveled, crying and cooing. His mother, Mary, would wrap Him up in “swaddling clothes” and lay Him in a manger. She may not have understood her Son, but she knew He was a very special gift from God above.Mary-and-Baby-Jesus

As this baby grew up, He put His foot to another journey that would be totally misunderstood by the masses, yet He went anyway. He walked the dusty roads of his homeland and chose 12 men to follow Him on His journey. That journey proved, what seemed to be, the undoing of this Man they called Jesus. The road that seemed to be his undoing was the road to the Cross. Via Dolorosa. Literal meaning “a sorrowful way”. A sorrowful way it was if you just look at the surface. As Jesus walked the way to the Cross, He no doubt saw the people that had almost a week earlier been singing His praises and laying palm branches down as He passed by on a donkey and they were singing … (known as Palm Sunday as explained by

John 12:13

‘Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!’
The King of Israel!”

Now, down this Via Dolorosa, thvia dolorosaey were shouting and cursing Him. Makes no sense to me or to most of you, I imagine, except that human nature is a fickle thing. Jesus, as He walked, with the weight of the cross and the sharp edges of the beams cut into the open wounds on His back… surely thought, as He looked into the eyes of the people lining the street, “I am doing this for you.” And “I love you so much!” Yes, what a sorrowful way, indeed. However, the story doesn’t end there! Yes, the end of the sorrowful way ended in the death of Jesus as He gave His life into the hands of the ONE that loved Him mhqdefaultore than we can imagine.

As today – Good Friday – ends for me, I think of that day. That sorrowful way and cry in my spirit and my eyes fill with tears and pour down my cheeks as I think of the pain and suffering Jesus endured for me. Yet, even tonight, He whispers to my heart, “… and I would have done it if you were the only one to do it for.” I cry even more. My Jesus, My Savior, My Christ. Saying Thank You is so little compared to what You did for me… for the world.

That journey You took for me and for the world changes everything. Because… the journey DID NOT END THERE! No!! Because, on the third day, the stone was rolled away and Up From The Grave You Arose! Halleluiah You Arose!  An empty grave is there to prove my Savior Lives!!empty-tomb

As I celebrate Easter in a strange church, in a strange city, in a strange state, I will be with people that have the same goal in mind – hopefully … to praise You for what You did for us so we can live with You forever in Heaven! Halleluiah what a Savior!

If you do not know this Jesus that I write about, please click here to read about what it means to be a Christ follower. To follow the One who walked that Via Dolorosa for you. Here is a link to and it will explain it very simply to you. Call out to Him today. He is waiting to hear from you. After all, He calls you His beloved.053-blood-300x300

The Video – Via Dolorosa – Sandi Patty


3 thoughts on “VIA DOLOROSA”

  1. Thank you for this tender reminder of the greatest most loving choice ever made for human kind.
    We will miss you at church…..will be praying God’s blessings on your Easter!

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