Behold!

Behold! Behold the cross of Golgotha, empty on its barren hill. Behold the weeping people, their Hope is dead in all that wasteland. Behold the mocking soldiers, quiet now in the emptiness of victory. Behold the women at the well, the men at their labors, the children at play. Behold them; they crucified our Lord. Behold the faithful preacher, expounding the Word of God. Behold the Church-folk listening with concern. Behold the innocent child sleeping on his mother’s knee. Behold them; they...