Every day stations of the cross

Very early in the morning, the chief priests, with the elders, the teachers of the law had reached a decision. But they had run out of coffee beans and so they waited for someone to make a quick run to Starbucks before making any public statements.

A certain man from Cyrene, Simon, the father of two boys, was passing by on his way in from the country, and they dragged him out of his car and forced him to carry Jesus’ cross. Next they dragged Jesus to The Place of the Skull. And the police search helicopters were circling overhead.

The people stood watching, and the politicians and business leaders even sneered at him. They said, ‘He saved others; let him save himself if he indeed the Chosen One.’ The soldiers (with M-16s over their shoulders) also came up and mocked him. They offered him blackmarket painkillers and said, "If you are the king of the Jews, save yourself." Meanwhile a lady’s iPhone kept going off. The ring tone was catchy Katie Perry tune from about two years ago, the one where she was riding on a long swing.

One guy next to Jesus yelled, "Aren't you the Christ? Save yourself and us!" Another yelled back at him, "Don't you fear God?" Jesus interrupted the argument, saying "I tell you the truth, today you will be with me in paradise." And as I pulled out of the driveway our neighbors’ ragged belongings were thrown out on the lawn, the marshal was just doing his job because the bank was foreclosing on their slumlord even though the he was still taking rent from them and sitting at home, no where to be seen.

Jesus yelled, "Dear woman, here is your son," and to the disciple, "Here is your mother." And from that time on, John took Mary into his house, as if she were his own mom.

It was now about noon, and darkness came over the whole land until three-ish, for the sun stopped shining. And then the special curtain was torn in two. When I plugged my portable hard drive into the Pro Tools last night there was this pop and smoke came out of it; my friend and I looked at each other, both afraid of the worst.

Then Jesus called out with a loud voice, "Father, into your hands I commit my spirit." When he had said this, he breathed his last.

I remember sitting with my wife's grandpa in his last days while he was gasping for air. A tube blocked up his laboring throat so that he couldn’t talk. But his eyes, they spoke volumes.