Beginning on 1st March and continuing across four weeks of Lent, our students were invited to lead and be part of one of the Church’s most ancient and tender devotions, the Way of the Cross.

Each class took their turn to lead the Stations of the Cross in the church. Every Sunday at 11am, for thirty quiet and purposeful minutes, our young people stood before the story of Christ’s Passion, not as distant observers, but as guides, readers, and prayerful companions on the journey to Calvary.

A Living Experience of the Passion
The heart of this initiative was simple: that our students would not merely know about what Jesus suffered, but would feel it, in their own words, at their own pace, and in a space made sacred by their presence.

The reflections at each station were thoughtfully prepared with the young in mind. Rather than abstract theology, the language used reflected on real experiences they were going through in their own lives today – of being misunderstood, of feeling alone, of falling and getting back up, of love that costs something. In this way, the Passion of Christ was not kept at arm’s length, but brought close, close enough to touch, close enough to move.

Together, they walked the whole journey. Every Class, Every Station
There was something quietly powerful about the rhythm of these four weeks. The baton was passed weekly with each group bringing their own reverence to the same sacred story. Some stations were led by the youngest among us, their small voices carrying words that echoed through the church. Others were led by older students who have begun to understand, in their own young lives, what it means to carry a cross.

Preparing Hearts for Holy Week
The Way of the Cross was never meant to be a rehearsal. It was, in itself, an encounter. By the time Holy Week arrived, our students had already knelt at the foot of the cross, not once, but four times over. They had prayed the words. They had sat in the silence. They had met Jesus in His suffering, and perhaps, in some small and personal way, recognised Him there.

May the seeds sown in those thirty minutes of prayer take root in hearts that carry them long beyond the Lenten season.