When Jesus Went To The Calvary

All Christians believe that Jesus died on the cross for the peoples’ sins, and that he suffered while he was taken to the Calvary. Through the time Christians have been reliving those moments. Each year a group of people comes up with a play, a demonstration of what happened to Jesus. Although it might not be perfectly portrayed, the group puts all the effort and time to give a good demonstration. It takes some weeks to get ready, practice, and memorize the dialogue. The main goal is to leave a positive impact in all the viewers. Most of the time that goal is achieved, when the people give their feedback on what their experience was. For the past four years the group have asked me to participate and help them by taking a role in the play. …show more content…
Everyone was in the basement putting on their costumes, and I was getting my stuff ready. We had to use paint to make it look like it was blood, but the paint wasn’t that much alike so now we had a problem. We didn’t know what to do, then a lady came in with more paint all were different types of red, yet none looked like blood. I decide to try to mix some of the paints to see if it would work, so I sat down on a corner and started mixing the colors. The mixture was good it came out as we wanted, but it wouldn’t stay on the skin until we added corn syrup. We had ten minutes left and I still had to cover myself with the paint and put on the crown of thorns and the toga. The crown was made or real thorns, so I had to be careful when putting it on my head. After the ten minutes passed it was time to go out and begging with the demonstration. We started at the catholic church Our Lady of Angels in Hermiston. They guys with the role of Roman soldiers had my hand tied and pulled me to where all the people were standing. The ropes were rubbing on my skin, which would make it feel like a burning sensation. At the same time, they were pulling me and pushing me a guy behind me would smack me with a …show more content…
The guys would take their role very serious, well most of them not all. Three of them would go deep on the character and treat me like if they were real Roman soldiers. They kept on hitting me and hitting me not knowing I had decided not to use the protection. Most of the hits I received were on my back, but others in my head where I had the thorns crown. Each minute felt longer and the finish point seem to be really far away I couldn’t keep on going my back couldn’t take it anymore, but I knew I had to finish what I had started so I stayed quiet. We were on W Standard avenue heading to the Butte park when it was time to fall for the third time. Knowing that for me it was a relieve, so when the time came I fell. I fell for real I was tired and hurt, although people saw it as part of the play I was laying there for the two guys that were supposed to get me up. I would usually help them by trying to get up but that time I left all the work to them. When I was on my feet I stumble to walk since I wasn’t paying attention to the strength on my legs. In my head all that matter was my back and how long it was before everything was over. On the way up the Butte it got more difficult, since now I had to walk up with the wooden cross on my back. When I was finally on the top I couldn’t have felt better knowing I was almost done. After half