Pieta-Tears of Eternal Life


“You will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall call his name Jesus. He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. And the Lord God will give to him the throne of his father David, and he will reign over the house of Jacob forever, and of his kingdom there will be no end.” Luke 1:31-33

Keith and I just returned from Rome. The Pieta is my favorite piece of art. While tourists are pointing and snapping photos, I work my way through the crowd to stand next to the barrier that separates us from Michelangelo’s meditation in marble. Each year that I’ve returned, I’ve cried or I’ve hugged another woman who could not control the tears.

Mary’s grief became our grief.

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Music in Rome Airport

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In 2007, the world-class violinist Joshua Bell, played for tips in a Washington, D.C. subway during the rush hour. He was curious if anyone would notice the quality of his performance. People walked by him, rushing off to their destinations.

In 2014, he showed up at Washington, D.C.’s Union Station with young musicians, this time, to a packed crowd awaiting the performance. No rushing this time.

History, art, religion, and music permeate the Italian atmosphere–ready to delight those who will stop to notice. Recently, Keith and I were waiting at Fiumicino Airport in Rome, Italy to return home.

I noticed a beautiful grand piano roped off on three sides in the middle of the terminal. A young man was sitting close by focused on his cell phone.

A woman noticed the piano and sat down. She began playing a classical piece from memory. For about 20 minutes, I watched the man focused on his cell phone. I watched travelers talk, look around, and rush past the pianist. I watched the group I was with continue to talk, laugh, and text.

I watched this young woman completely absorbed in her music.

I listened. I shared her creation with her. I enjoyed.

She ended elegantly. I walked over to her and clapped. I thought someone else would join me in clapping. No one joined me. She looked up, smiled, stood, fingers still on the piano keys, and smiled again. I clapped again. She took a few steps, turned and smiled again. I continued to clap.

In the to-and-fro of this busy international airport, the two of us shared the joy of her music and the exchange of smiles that summed up the delight of shared moments.

Ears to hear

Repeatedly, Jesus urged His followers to hear Him, “If any man have ears to hear, let him hear.” Vine’s Dictionary indicates that the word for “ear,” οὖς, means the “faculty of perceiving with the mind … understanding and knowing.”

His followers were listening to Him. But Jesus was asking them to stop and really listen to Him, to absorb His truth, and to follow His instruction.

T.S. Eliot wrote about experiencing a moment but missing the meaning. He wrote about the music hanging silently in the air.

God has instructed His children to meditate upon His Word, His precepts, His works. That takes time.

This Book of the Law shall not depart from your mouth, but you shall meditate on it day and night, so that you may be careful to do according to all that is written in it. For then you will make your way prosperous, and then you will have good success. Joshua 1:8

I will ponder all your work,
and meditate on your mighty deeds. Psalm 77:12

I remember the days of old;
I meditate on all that you have done;
I ponder the work of your hands. Psalm 143:5

What if we were to stop when we see the heavens declaring the glory of God and meditate on God’s artistry?

What if we were to stop and meditate on one verse of Scripture throughout the day?

What if we were to stop and admire a painting or a melody, and really ponder its meaning, absorb its beauty?

What if we were to stop and really listen to another person?

What if …

My prayer

Father, make me sensitive to the moments when I need to stop rushing and absorb the meaning of a moment. Creator of the Universe, You have created a world filled with beauty, and it all points to Your magnificent glory. Stop me in my tracks and show me Your glory. I love You, LORD!

What’s your prayer?

Reverent moments in Rome

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The Sancta Scala (Holy Stairs) are thought to have led to the Praetorium or judgment hall of Pontius Pilate in Jerusalem. Jesus could have climbed these 28 marble steps on His way to His trial before Pontius Pilate. Helena, Constantine the Great’s mother, brought the steps from Jerusalem in 326 AD and placed them in the church and palace of St. John Lateran. The marble steps are covered with wood for protection, and pilgrims are only allowed to ascend the stairs on their knees. Several popes have climbed the stairs on their knees. There is a suggested prayer for each step.



Then they led Jesus from Caiaphas into the Praetorium, and it was early; and they themselves did not enter into the Praetorium so that they would not be defiled, but might eat the Passover. … Therefore Pilate said to Him, “So You are a king?” Jesus answered, “You say correctly that I am a king. For this I have been born, and for this I have come into the world, to testify to the truth. Everyone who is of the truth hears My voice.” John 18:28

Pilate went out to the crowd and told them that he found no fault with Jesus, but the crowd wanted Jesus crucified. Pilate had Jesus scourged. The soldiers twisted a crown made with sharp thorns and jammed it on Jesus’ head, put a purple robe on Him and slapped Him many times and mocked Him. The crowd got its way.

As I climbed the stairs on my knees, I thought of my Savior resolutely climbing those stairs, knowing that He was on His way to be beaten, mocked, crucified, and finally, take on my sin, my sickness and the rest of the world’s sin and sickness.

For the Lord GOD helps Me,
Therefore, I am not disgraced;
Therefore, I have set My face like flint,
And I know that I will not be ashamed. Isaiah 50:7

The cross was a curse and the sin Jesus was about to take onto Himself was shameful; yet, Jesus was glorified in His sacrifice.

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Kneeling on the first step (righthand corner in black blouse), I begin a transformative pilgrimage, “Thank You, Jesus, for Your great sacrifice.”

Second step, “Thank You, Jesus, for saving my soul.”

Step-by-step, pain pierces my knees. I wonder if I can really do this.

Prayers turn to praise and Scripture.

“Praise, You, Jesus, my Savior.”



Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power and riches and wisdom and might and honor and glory and blessing.” Revelation 5:12


“Bless the LORD, O my soul,
And all that is within me, bless His holy name.”
Psalm 103:1

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I linger on the last step. “Holy, Holy, Holy, are You, Lord God, Almighty, Who was and is and is to come.”





Worthy are You … to receive glory and honor and power; Revelation 4:11

I stand and gaze upon the people ascending the steps on their knees. Most heads are bowed. Many are softly praying. Some are raising their arms.

Reverence is in this place.

Twenty-eight marble steps covered in wood. Maybe Jesus climbed these steps towards His judgment. It doesn’t matter. The steps serve as a reminder of our Savior’s great sacrifice.

Outside the church, “Are you Catholic, Karen?”


I am a Christ follower who has just been reminded of the price of my sin.

My prayer:

Jesus, thank You for setting Your face like flint towards the cross. The curse of the cross has brought You honor. My Savior on the cross has brought Your followers mercy and eternal life. Worthy are You to receive honor, glory, and blessing!

What have been some of your moments of reverence?