Thoughts from an empty tomb

I still remember experiencing Jerusalem for the first time and traveling along the Via Dolorosa, the “Path of Sorrow.” The road to Calvary was not what I’d envisioned. I had imagined a spiritual walk along the path that Jesus went. Instead, I found myself in an upstream struggle against a multitude of people.  We finally turned the corner and headed for the church of the Holy Sepulcher. I thought it would be better. I was wrong. I expected something simple. I found something ornate. At the time of Jesus, this was a cemetery. Now it's a cathedral covered with marble and gold and intricate paintings. Forty-three lamps hang above the traditional spot of Jesus’ tomb. I tried to pictu