As I was recently lying in a hospital bed, I found myself reminiscing over the fourteen stations of the Via Dolorosa. I remembered how we started our walk from St. George's Cathedral to the Old City of Jerusalem at the bright and crisp hour of 6 a.m. Our route was such that we stopped at each of the stations through the narrow cobblestone alleys of the city - a city still yawning at the dawn. People starting the normal activities of the day, each headed in a different direction focused on their daily life. A few cats blissfully parading on rooftops curiously eyeing the activities in the streets below. As we stop at each station I find myself reflecting on the images that may very well have occurred two thousand years ago, as Jesus himself, walked this path. I see those staring at us with a sense of awe and wonder, while others with a scornful and apathetic attitude. And that’s when I realize the stillness in time. So here I am in a hospital bed in Poway feeling the spiritual journey rather than the physical one. Despite the amazing ‘walking’ journey of Jerusalem, I find the current spiritual one more powerful and meaningful. As each of us carries our crosses through life, may we appreciate it's true meaning of love, humility, compassion, empathy, justice and peace. Christ is Risen!