Just down below the rocky hill where it is believed that Golgotha - the place of a skull - may have been situated lies a busy bus station. There the many nationalities that make up this cosmopolitan melting pot press to and fro in a noisy huddle, all the while in the shadow of the cross. The very busyness of the place seems to mock the idea that the Saviour of the world died there. Yet, the shadow of a cross over a bus station seems as right as a king born in a stable. It was for busy people Jesus died, as well as lonely people and sad. In fact it was for you - and me!
As I stood in the nearby 1st Century rock tomb I was struck by the inscription on the door. 'He is not here He is risen!' We did not go there to venerate a site or to see relics of a dead teacher or prophet. We went because when He died for us He also rose for us and is alive today in the lives of ordinary people - in stables and bus stations and offices and schools. It was interesting to see where it might have all started, but it is really exciting this Easter to realise where it all ended up. For us!
