My church has a 10ft+, 150+ pound Cross that we all kiss during Mass on Good Friday. One by one, each member of the congregation walks up and pays homage to the sacrifice our Savior made for us.
Today, after the last person kissed it, four ushers walked up to the cross, lifted it up, and started walking it to the left rear of the church. Awkwardly and slowly, they maneuvered the cross down two stairs and around the pews. When they finally shuffled to their destination, they slowly lowered the cross and held it - with shaking arms - low enough so one of the handicapped members could kiss it.
Then they slowly picked up the cross again, and awkwardly made their way to the center-rear of the church so an elderly man could kiss it.
This went on a few more times, and I have to admit, I was quite moved by the gesture. Here were four men bringing the cross to those that couldn't get to it themselves - ironically almost 2000 years after our Savior carried His away from us.
But I was also moved by the physical labor it took to do it. It took them 15 minutes to cover about 50 feet.
And then I realized God was sending us another message. He was giving us a small glimpse at the physical pain His Son went through ....
The cross Jesus carried probably weighed close to 300 pounds, and was probably at least 8 feet high. (And even if He only carried the crossbeam, that still had to be at least 7 feet and 100 pounds.)
Yet Jesus carried it hundreds of feet - part of that by himself.
After being brutally beaten.
And he wasn't walking on carpet either.
I don't know if I will ever be able to comprehend everything He did for us. But today I feel like I got the tiniest of glimpses.
I hope you are having a Blessed Triduum.