I shot this video tonight, on my street. It was the first time I experienced the silent procession, which begins at midnight, and culminates around 2 or 2:30 am. As is explained in the text below, the float was made by José de Mora, in the XVll century. The streets were packed with people, everybody was silent.
Little by little, I’m beginning to understand that Semana Santa is about that experience so foreign to me, that of being together with people, all isolation dissolved, for a few hours. As I stood in the darkness, watching the back of the Christ figure disappear slowly in the distance, surrounded by flickering candles, it was as if we could all, in the silence, both be with him, experiencing his betrayal, and at the same time, buffering it.
I’m not sure if I can explain it.
Text from LoveGranada.com
The more we honour Christ the more he will help us
[Lam 3:19-33 KJV] 19 Remembering mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall. 20 My soul hath [them] still in remembrance, and is humbled in me. 21 This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. 22 [It is of] the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. 23 [They are] new every morning: great [is] thy faithfulness. 24 The LORD [is] my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him. 25 The LORD [is] good unto them that wait for him, to the soul [that] seeketh him. 26 [It is] good that [a man] should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the LORD. 27 [It is] good for a man that he bear the yoke in his youth. 28 He sitteth alone and keepeth silence, because he hath borne [it] upon him. 29 He putteth his mouth in the dust; if so be there may be hope. 30 He giveth [his] cheek to him that smiteth him: he is filled full with reproach. 31 For the Lord will not cast off for ever: 32 But though he cause grief, yet will he have compassion according to the multitude of his mercies. 33 For he doth not afflict willingly nor grieve the children of men.