We bowed our heads.
We shouted, in unison, “Crucify him!” even as the words choked us.
We sang, “Were You There When They Crucified My Lord?” as we solemnly moved from station to station.
We walked, following the cross, and listed to the story of Christ’s Passion unfold.
At the end, we prayed The Lord’s Prayer and gave thanks to God.
. . .
You know what we DIDN’T do?
We didn’t debate transubstantiation.
We didn’t argue about Mary’s role within the church.
We didn’t analyze the value or lack thereof of the papacy.
We didn’t discuss saints, sola scriptura, or meatless Fridays.
We listened to a Baptist pastor, a Methodist minister, an Episcopalian priest, a Catholic deacon, and more as they led us through Jesus’ final day.
We, together, embraced the story of our Lord and set our denominational differences aside.
I said it on Tuesday and I will say it again–
There is more that unites us than divides us.
I wish there were more events like this Faith Walk.