GOOD FRIDAY wasn't such a good Friday for me; I was working.  I happened to be on duty, and so my colleagues and I were tasked with the arduous job of crucifying three condemned criminals.

Not that it was a big deal for us.  Crucifying someone wasn't something novel in our day.  Sure, pinning these hopeless delinquents to crosses was a tiring job, but we had done it so much we were extremely skilled in the trade. 

After countless exercises, we were able to do it with the least possible sentiment of pity in our hearts for the victims.  After all, they were nothing more than the worst scum of the earth; the barbaric act of brutal crucifixion was specially designed for these deserving ones.

But one of the three men we crucified on Good Friday was rather different from the norm, which gave a rather bizarre twist to my day at work.

In the bustling commercial town of Nueva Cajamarca, Peru, young women in tight skirts and midriff-baring tops watch curiously as a van bounces slowly down the dusty, rutted road. Catching sight of a local official in the vehicle, they dart into the open doorways of local bars.

Inside, women -- including some adolescents -- sit at wooden tables drinking beer with customers. The more a man drinks, the higher the woman's percentage. If the man wants sex, that is for sale, too.

(From The National Catholic Reporter. To read the rest of the article CLICK HERE)

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