It was a sleepy afternoon at the end of Holy Week when Colombia was contemplating the passion, the death, and the resurrection of Jesus Christ. The city felt as if it were asleep in that meditation. Some Colombians left the city altogether, escaping to small towns or the Caribbean coast on vacation from the monotony of Bogotá.
In a nearby church called Santa Teresita, a group of believers lined up in the pews. Some stood. Some sat. They all gazed out into the cavernous space of the cathedral. Some whispered prayers to themselves.
Wes Michael Tomaselli 