As any Catholic school veteran, Holy Week makes me think. It does not make me think good things, though.
How could God allow that to happen to his son?
What hope to any of us have in light of that? Maybe we'll be fine when we die, but we need help now.
Why are those of us who suffer told that one day (in some vague distant future) we'll be happy?
Why do we have to rely on other people, not an all-powerful God who supposedly loves us enough to sacrifice his own son, which leads back to the first question?
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