Good Friday in Corinth

Yesterday marked one of the most solemn days in the Catholic church and indeed Christianity as a whole: Good Friday. As a sort of pilgrimage, our group traveled to Corinth, Greece to mark the occasion and learn while experiencing where the Apostle Paul practiced most of his ministry. As is the case with seemingly every Good Friday, the day was marked with a cold, windy day accompanied by lots of rain. Still, we persevered through the bad weather and learned a lot. Paul found much success while preaching in Corinth, more so than Athens, and the community of Christians that resulted made their mark very clearly in the ruins of the ancient city. While much of what we saw was nothing more than foundation for the city, we were able to locate where Paul would have been exactly and traced his footsteps while reading passages from the Bible and putting ourselves in his time and place. The whole experience was surreal and helped remind me personally of the struggle and sacrifice endured by Jesus and his followers to spread God's message. After walking around the ruins, we hoped on the bus and headed up to the adjacent mountain that boasted the city's citadel. The view was outstanding and offered a memorable mental image of the surrounding area I will be sure to hold dear. This was certainly a Good Friday I will remember for my lifetime.