What if you could walk with Jesus through his final hours—not as a spectator, but as a companion?
Lent invites us into the wilderness. A slower, quieter season where we trace the contours of suffering and grace. It’s not a journey of answers, but of presence. And one of the oldest ways Christians have entered this story is through the Stations of the Cross.
If you’ve never encountered them before, you’re not alone. Some grew up with this practice. Others heard of it from a Catholic friend. And still others, like me, came to it later, wondering what it might mean to walk with Jesus through his final hours.
For centuries, Christians have walked these moments—fourteen in all—that trace Jesus’ journey from condemnation to the tomb. Some of these moments are drawn from Scripture—his sentencing by Pilate, the carrying of the cross, his death. Others arise from the imagination: a mother meeting her son’s eyes, a woman stepping from the crowd to wipe his face, a Savior collapsing beneath the weight of it all.
These moments may not be recorded in the Gospels, but they rise from a longing to honor Christ’s humanity… and perhaps our own. Because to walk the Stations isn’t just to remember what happened to Jesus. It’s to remember what happens to all of us.
Grief. Fatigue. Compassion. Loneliness. Courage.
The Stations slow us down. They invite us to see. To feel. To stop turning away from suffering—his, and ours—and instead ask: Where is God in all this?
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A Guided Journey
During Holy Week, Wick & Whisper will release a guided audio meditation through the Stations of the Cross. It’s a prayerful path—woven with narration and music—that you can walk in silence, in motion, or in stillness. Whether you move through these Stations in a church, along a walking path, or from your own living room, this is a kind of pilgrimage—a sacred walk through grief, presence, and love.
The full audio experience is about 30 minutes. You’re welcome to listen straight through or pause between stations to reflect.
You don’t need to be Catholic. You don’t need to be certain. You only need the courage to linger where we usually pass by.
May this journey lead you—not out of sorrow, but through it—toward the kind of grace that meets us in the weight, the ache, and the dust of the road.