Reflections on Holy Week
this is a cross on my street.
it sits here in honor of a fallen police officer
daily, it is taken care of
by friends, family, loved ones and comrades
who rememberthere is another cross
in our memory this week
many of us pass representations of this cross
daily, we are reminded of a risen Saviour
we, who remember, look forward to
(This cross has been here since July 9 of 2007 - the day after Robert Kozminski was shot and killed in the line of duty. My son heard the shot. The man who killed him was found guilty of murder on March 5, 2008.
I am reminded of the guilt that took Christ to that other cross. It was not the guilt of some guy who lived down the street. It was my guilt. Not my sins - this sin or that sin. It was my sins. My sinful nature, every molecule of my being that rebelled against God. And still does.)