When I was a child sitting in the pew at St. David’s, I was intrigued by the small illustrations of the 12 Stations of the Cross that hung on the walls of the church. The paintings were colorful, detailed depictions of the path Jesus traveled on the day of his crucifixion. I think I was more interested in the paintings themselves than the subject matter, but whatever the reason, I liked studying those pictures and the story of Jesus’s journey on the last day of his life. Read more