Nick* was asking Jesus to have mercy on me (and on the whole world); Simon of Cyrene was carrying Jesus' cross** (which was his, in fact); Barry was seconding Nick, having earlier shared his most precious life-reinforcing insights with both of us; I was feeling deeply connected with Nick after he had prayed for my ailing Mum, who feels deeply connected with me (and keeps supporting me spiritually, and financially); Mary locked eyes with her dying son, and then, after he died, became involved with us and started supporting us financially and otherwise; I was looking at the women of Jerusalem and was concerned whether they got it at last and were happy that their God was being crucified; Theresa, having suffered a lot, was sitting quietly at the back, just loving everyone and everything; Jesus was on the altar, in a Hostia, ready to be consumed by us; and the Father was re-creating, maintaining and anxiously wanting us all the tense while.
"O my God!" I suddenly felt, "What a holy entanglement!"
*in the Cathedral, the other day.
**a Station of the Cross above reminded us.
