211. The Stations of the Cross- Rugolo
Last Friday, the youth of several parishes in the area gathered together outside the church of St Giorgio in Rugolo to meet with the local priest Father Adriano to do the Stations of the Cross which the youth themselves had organized on the rocky hillside of this small village.
Below you will find moments of the journey made in remembrance of the footsteps taken by Jesus on that Fatal Good Friday.
On our return, walking down the hillside, chatting about this and that, with joyous heart and light foot stride, I happened to gaze downwards at the neon lights lying below our feet... For certain, those lights, for many, were more attractive and more captivating tentacles than our paraffin torches and fragile candles in homemade paper cup holders.
But while those candles lit up the Cross that was carried upwards on the hill, the lights of the city below lit up portals that led to drugs, sex, alcohol and going out of one’s senses. The lights below led to the obscurity of serenity and that joy that comes spontaneous and is not fabricated at all costs, and I thought while looking at those lights trembling with uncertainty in the night air- who knows how many youths, at this precise moment are out of their heads, obfuscated by hell only knows what devilries?
And sadly, even more so, thought, who knows how many tonight will end up under the tyres of a confused and reckless driver?
I continued to chat about this and that with these youths who were walking down the hillside beside me with joyous heart and light foot stride.
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