I walked the Stations of the Cross on Good Friday with prisoners at one of the men’s prisons in Lima, Peru, where I work. In the procession the prisoners carried a heavy cross on their shoulders as they walked slowly in silence. As I walked along with them, under the hot sun, I realized each of us is carrying our own burdens. There is no need to remind the inmates to carry their own crosses, since they already do this every moment of every day. It took three hours to get around the whole prison to finish the Stations of the Cross. As we returned to the chapel, the prisoners, covered with sweat and dust, stood in line awaiting their turn to kneel and kiss the feet of Jesus. When they got...
