This afternoon seventeen of my friends and I observed the Stations of the Cross, walking around downtown Worcester, praying and visiting landmarks that remind us of the suffering we impose on others.
As we walked between some of the stations, we chanted in Latin: Ubi caritas et amor, ubi caritas Deus ibi est.
We crossed paths with Father John Madden and some St. John’s parishioners. Last year, we ran into them while both groups were walking the stations; this year, it looked like they’d already finished when we passed them.
The stations were not all neatly themed, one evil per. But, to make a long story short, we prayed about abortion, gambling, imperialism, prison, healthcare, housing, pornography, military recruitment, the Iraq War, the brutalization of women, militarism, capital punishment, JROTC, and drug and gang violence.
Good grief, man, were these people decrying the Turtle Boy? No, they were looking at the YWCA across the street and praying about violence done to women.
