For the past 12 years of my ministry, Holy Week has concluded with a live presentation of Jesus’ journey to Calvary. For the Hispanic community, this kind of Stations of the Cross (El Vía Crucis) is a powerful way to remember Jesus’ death.

Preparations begin months in advance. Cast members must be recruited to play Pilate, Simon, Veronica, soldiers, the women of Jerusalem, Mary and, of course, Jesus.

Finding someone to play Jesus is always a challenge. Typical responses: “I’m not good enough,” “I don’t have a beard,” “I’m too short.” Eventually someone comes forward and, every year, it seems to be someone looking for a change in his life.

The weeks leading up to Holy Week are filled with practices. There is nervousness, doubt that the drama will ever come off. But by Good Friday we are ready to begin our journey.

Jesus falls. He speaks to his mother and the women of Jerusalem. He is helped by Simon and Veronica. The soldiers laugh. Then, when we reach Calvary, the hammering of nails pierces the still evening air. Jesus is raised on the cross; his last words are heard; he bows his head.

For the 200 to 300 people who come, this is a moving experience—especially for the one who portrays Jesus. Over the years these men have said of this experience: “I felt so alone, so dependent on God.” “I was walking on water. I could feel Jesus’ love for me.” “I have been kinder to my family and friends.” “I now know the extent of Jesus’ love for me.”

Once again this year—in churches, fields, town squares and homes—El Vía Crucis will be reenacted. Tears will flow. Reverent prayers will be offered. And Jesus’ act of supreme love will once again change and renew his people.

Father Vic Subb pastors two mission in Georgia. He previously served in Arkansas.