Last year I attended an open air production of the life of Christ in Kelvingrove Park in Glasgow. When Christ was crucified, the backdrop was a couple of Glasgow tenement properties, with onlookers passing the time of day over the wall. All that was missing was a couple of Glasgow women "hingin" from their windows.
This struck me as authentic.
This Monday of Holy Week, we remember that Jesus wept over the city. Our communities are in dire need of that kind of compassion. Folk who care, who look beyond the outer facade of community life and recognise that there is much to weep about. But weeping is not enough. Our compassion must spur us to action that brings about change. Looking beneath the surface helps us to see reality. Caring enough to make a difference is another matter.