It was a path on which a donkey trod. Palm branches and coats were strewn along it, the Jewish equivalent of a red carpet for a king.
In a garden there were tears, sweat and blood, and then the betrayal of a close friend.
Six trials – a mockery of justice – and the bloody trail to an execution hill. Nails, a hammer, and a crown of thorns. Rejection of a Father for the sake of many sons and daughters who would benefit from the One Son’s obedience.
A violent death, a borrowed grave, a hushed holy Saturday.
But Sunday is coming.