I remember as a child singing, “Hippity, hoppity,
Easter’s on its way.” The song is a sweet, innocuous children’s rhyme referring
to the advent of the Easter bunny. But the reality of Holy Week is quite different.
The days that led up to Easter do not depict a soft, cuddly bunny hopping along
a jelly bean strewn path surrounded by flowers and butterflies.
The days leading up to Easter are a grim trip along a
winding, dusty road surrounded by a bloodthirsty crowd. The trail ends at
Golgotha, “the place of the skull,” and a blood-covered cross where hangs a
beaten and humiliated King.