You can’t stop the crucifixion.

I did not expect people to yell vulgarities from their cars as they drove by, but it happened multiple times during the live Stations of the Cross at my parish this morning.

I was only close enough to one of them to hear what he said. And I won’t repeat it.

It was not, however, a disruption. It couldn’t have been. What we remember today is undisruptable.

You can’t stop it.

Nobody can. It is finished. And it is for you.

Yes, you, the guy who hurled vitriol via your voice from a sedan while we gathered in front of the crosses.

You can heckle and mock His body, the Church, and you can keep your distance all your life, if you want. But He still will draw you toward Him by any means necessary.

You can blame Him for sins He hasn’t committed, the sins of His followers, all of whom will be sinners until we die. But that won’t change His opinion of you—He’ll do whatever it takes to be with you.

And after today, I bet you can count on about a hundred people you’ve never met praying for you—specifically, daily, indefinitely.

Today, I pray you keep turning your attention in His direction, like you did when you shouted at us earlier.

And I am thankful for the reminder that no vulgarity, no vitriol, can undo what has already been done.

You can’t stop the crucifixion.

And you can’t stop the resurrection, either.