One of my fellow members of the Hastings Writers Group told me about the annual Stations of the Cross Procession or Passion Play in the Old Town.
She was playing Mary, Mother of Jesus, so the Philosopher and I walked down to have a look. Both of us were astonished by the scale of the event – I have never seen such a thing before, except perhaps in Italy. Several hundred people, many of them singing, followed as Jesus was scourged through the streets from St Clements via St Mary Star of the Sea to All Saints, where He was finally crucified. Although neither of us follow any religious faith, we were moved by what we saw, and followed the procession ourselves. It was a particularly beautiful crystal clear sunny spring day, and even a non-believer could feel a connection between the symbolism of the Easter story and the annual cycle of the death of winter in preparation for the new growth and renewal of spring.
|Good Friday in Hastings Old Town|