The reading of the Passion narrative always stirs up a myriad of feelings. I always wonder who I would have been in the crowd scenes. Would I have wept with the women? Or jeered with the Pharisees? Would I have yelled “crucify him!” or denied I knew him? Perhaps I would have remained silent out of fear for my life. The Passion teaches us, in a very graphic way, the cost of discipleship. Life means ultimate suffering and death; love means sacrificing everything; forgiveness begets divine compassion.