While today’s readings are incredibly rich, I find my mind returning to a message from Evening Prayer II of this past Sunday that has been following me ever since. On Sunday, we sang, “Now we must go up to Jerusalem where all that has been written about the Son of Man will be fulfilled” (the New Testament Canticle antiphon, for those keeping score at home; cf. Luke 18:31), and followed this with 1 Peter 2:21-24, which begins, “Christ suffered for you, and left you an example, to have you follow in his footsteps.” Certainly, this Lenten journey of forty days parallels Christ’s fasting in the desert—but it’s also a journey with Him towards Jerusalem. Each day of Lent, He is one step closer, inexorably drawing nearer to the city where His passion awaits—and this is an example, that we might follow in his footsteps! Which has led me to ask: what is my Jerusalem? Where is Jesus drawing me this Lent that I don’t want to go, where am I saying, like Peter, “Master, we don’t really have to go there! If you are to be tortured there, let’s not go!” Is it a relationship I do not want to revisit, a commitment I’m afraid to make, a question I’m afraid to explore? Whatever it is, this Lenten journey is an invitation to approach that cross with Jesus at my side—knowing that only by dying on it will I be able to rise again on Easter morning.