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.