Today our Triduum takes us to the hill of Calvary, not to a mountaintop wrapped in glory nor to a city jubilant with pilgrims for a feast nor to the quiet intimacy of family gathered for a meal. On this mountain, on this hill of sacrifice, in the midst of a fragile and needy world stands a Cross, an image of death, which, by the One sacrificed on that Cross, draws us from death and despair to the truth of Eternal Life.
I was born and raised in Uniontown, Pennsylvania. Outside of town, on Summit Mountain the Methodist church has a training camp at Jumonville Glen. On the top of the mountain stands a large Cross which everyone from miles around can see and reflect upon.
This first image is of the Cross on a winter's day ... and the second is a striking image of the place of the Cross in the midst of the world.
Pilate asked: "What is truth?" He knew of power, influence, Caesars, politics, loyalty, all the things held important by the world ... but he did not know truth because he did not recognize Jesus. In his dwelling among men he would not look upon Jesus Crucified and therefore would still hunger for truth.
Even those who were given the promise of God's love through the Law and the prophets, the religious leaders of the people, cried out to Pilate: "We have no king but Caesar." Blinded to the truth, they were blinded to the reality of life that God had called them to treasure.