Waiting at a red light on the way to church today, I witnessed about 20 people congregated on the street corner. They were dressed in bathrobes- with bedsheets on their heads, secured with headbands.
One man, presumably a church pastor, shouldered a wooden cross with a wheel affixed to the bottom for easy transport. And gave direction to the congregation.
I watched as men and women gathered their small children and straightened their robes, readying themselves for a reenactment of Jesus Christ's walk with his cross through the city of Jerusalem on the way to Golgotha.
I assumed they were members of a congregation that meets just 1/2 mile west of where they stood, and further assumed they would make their way to their church building and there convene for their Sabbath Day services.
I pointed out the scene to my children. I wanted to be sure they saw what was taking place. That they could witness other Christians commemorating the miraculous event that took place nearly 2,000 years ago. That they would see the children with their families, participating in testifying of Jesus Christ.
In my religion, we don't focus on the cross as a symbol of our religion. Instead, we focus on his resurrection and the promise of new life as a result of his atonement and crucifixion- but I couldn't help but feel the spirit of their efforts. I was touched by their desire to declare their devotion to our Lord. I felt their innocent testimonies as followers of Christ and was grateful for the opportunity to add my testimony to theirs as I shared with my children my beliefs of my Savior, Jesus Christ.
I am blessed because he lived. And I am changed because he died.
As I talked with my children about the goodness of these people, I felt the lump in my throat and could not deny that each person who testifies of Christ, in whatever way they deem appropriate, can touch the life of another and that testimony cannot be disputed. My testimony of Jesus Christ was strengthened because of their efforts.
I look forward to attending the Easter Pageant with my family this coming week at the Mesa Temple grounds, where my children can further understand who this man, Jesus Christ, is.