Last year we spent a week of Lent in Guatemala while finalizing Mackenzie’s adoption. One incredible day our lawyer and his wife took the three of us to Antigua, Guatemala. I could smell the coffee beans growing along the roadside as we wound around in the mountains on our journey.
While we are not Catholic, I was deeply moved by how cathedrals’ doors were flung wide open for the public to come worship at any time. People dropped in just to pray and focus their thoughts on Christ’s sacrifice in the midst of their busy days.
Part of the Holy Week celebration in Antigua includes villagers making ‘alfombras’ or rugs out of dyed pieces of sawdust. The detail is so intricate and I kept worrying a breeze would come along and blow them to pieces. It was beautiful to behold the art of these villagers, all done out of reverence to Christ and His death and resurrection.
I hope as you view the photos below that I took in la Catedral you think most about the final image – one of a local man who is likely a poorly paid farmer. I heard him weeping in the middle of the day as he held his hand to the glass case surrounding a sculpture of Jesus in the tomb. It is so easy for me to pass over Jesus’ pain on my behalf as I read about it because I know the final outcome in the next chapter of my Bible. Yet it was more real and intense than you or I could ever know. On this Good Friday, may each of us stand with this sweet man in Guatemala and reach out to our Jesus who endured it all that we might know Him.
una alfombra en la catedral (made of sawdust)
