Another Easter passing by…

When Jesus Came to Golgotha

When Jesus came to Golgotha
They hanged Him on a tree,
They drave great nails through hands and feet,
And made a Calvary.
They crowned Him with a crown of thorns;
Red were His wounds and deep,
For those were crude and cruel days,
And human flesh was cheap.

When Jesus came to Birmingham,
They simply passed Him by;
They never hurt a hair of Him,
They only let Him die.
For men had grown more tender,
And they would not give Him pain;
They only just passed down the street,
And left Him in the rain.

Still Jesus cried, “Forgive them,
For they know not what they do.”
And still it rained the winter rain
That drenched Him through and through.
The crowds went home and left the streets
Without a soul to see;
And Jesus crouched against a wall
And cried for Calvary.

While searching for a text to read during yesterday’s supper, my husband came upon this poem by Geoffrey Kennedy. I noticed how these lines meet our actual situation on the point. We no longer experience hatred of the Good News in our countries, but a lot of indifference, lack of understanding and the occasional mockery. The “modern” human has other concerns. But was it ever different? Everyday life with its joys and sorrows determined the thinking, feeling and acting of “normal” people at all times.
Many of us no longer understand the teaching of Jesus’ atonement on the cross, they are not able to access their guiltiness, instead appear self-confident, many even self-righteous.

But sin does not only mean moral failure. It can also be the wrong attitude that we always revolve around ourselves.

I remember watching a documentary in which a survivor of a concentration camp said: “The opposite of good is not evil, but indifference”. Indeed, this indifference is at the root of all evil. Much too often we complain about OUR stress, about OUR illness, about people or the fate, which are so cruel to US. In doing so, we overlook the obvious, the hidden hardship of others. A kind word, a little understanding, a short visit to a sick person, widowed person or elderly, could sometimes do wonders! In this sense, we are all sinful and in need of forgiveness.

Traditional Turkish Kebab Bread

I’ve always considered flat-breads as being one of those dishes that aren’t considered home cooking material and sometimes I went out for a Kebab, just to enjoy that deliciously soft but still crisp bread coating it.

But since isolation kicked in, I quickly got bored of the classic white bread and other types of loafs I’ve known before, and started experimenting around. I was pleasantly surprised to see how quick these savory breads came together and even more faster they disappeared from the plate after they were filled/topped with the filling/topping of choice.


  • 150 ml (5 oz) lukewarm water
  • 150 ml (5 oz) lukewarm milk
  • 2 tablespoons dry yeast or 1 small package of fresh yeast
  • 500 g (17 oz) all-purpose flour
  • 3 Tbsp olive oil
  • 1 tsp salt


  1. Place water, milk and yeast in a bowl and allow to sit somewhere warm for 10 minutes until it is bubbling and foamy.
  2. Add the flour, salt and olive oil and combine until the dough comes together.
  3. Turn onto a floured surface and knead until it is no longer sticky and springs back, about 5-7 minutes.
  4. Divide into equal pieces, which you will roll into mandarin sized balls and then set aside with a clean damp towel to rest for 15 minutes.
  5. On a lightly floured surface, roll out one of the pieces of dough into a circle and toss into a medium-hot frying pan.
  6. Cook for 1 minute or until golden, flip and cook the opposite side until also golden. The dough should rise into a balloon on the 2nd or 3rd flip. If it doesn’t, could be that you flipped it too late, too early, or the pan is too hot.
  7. Remove and set aside on your serving plate. The balloon will deflate after you remove the bread from the pan and it will leave a nice pocket-like hole, which you can fill with different goodies.
  8. Continue with the remaining flatbread dough portions.
  9. Serve smeared/filled with whatever your heart desires. I served it with a topping made out of olive oil, freshly chopped parsley and sweet red chilly powder.

Adapted from: Cookist