Well not exactly.
Not with the cars and the paved roads and the village sidewalk.
But the people were the same.
And their concerns were the same.
Running errands.
Doing their work.
Meeting friends.
Keeping track of the children.
Worrying about dinner.
All the while, just outside the city limits, because of who he was and what he taught and how he lived and the challenged he posed to the status quo and the powers that be, Jesus was being crucified along with at least two others.

And, today…
Somewhere…
Just beyond the city limits…
While we run our errands and think about dinner and try to keep track of our children, the same thing is happening to someone else for the very same reasons.
Good Friday.
All over again.