Easter's round the corner, just a week away. In the history of some two thousand years past, the journey begins.
This day that long time ago, the crowd celebrated and cheered the man riding into town. Only to jeer at him and see him condemned to a miserable, painful death less than a week later.
On my first challenging trip to this little-known hill in the early hours of one spring day, I find myself on making a journey that would repeat itself in the years ahead. How quickly we sometimes forget and do the same things again and again; not learning from the history, the past, the pain.
Hopefully, we learn this year. History is not on our side.
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