Still burdened with his cross, and wounded yet more by his fall, Jesus proceeds on His way. He is met by his loving mother.
What a meeting must have that been! What must have been the compassion of that Son for his holy mother! O Jesus, by the compassion which You did feel for You Mother, have compassion on us, and give us a share in her intercession. O Mary, most afflicted mother, intercede for us that, through the sufferings of your Son, we may be delivered from eternal death. Station 5 — Simon of Cyrene helps Jesus to carry the cross.
As the strength of Jesus fails, and he is unable to proceed, the executioners seize and compel Simon of Cyrene to carry His cross. O Lord Jesus, may it be our privilege to bear our cross. May we glory in nothing else; by the cross, may the world be crucified unto us, and we unto the world. Station 6 — Veronica wipes the face of Jesus. As Jesus proceeds along the way covered with the sweat of blood, a woman, moved with compassion, makes her way through the crowd, and wipes his face with a handkerchief.
As a reward for her piety, the impression of His sacred countenance is miraculously imprinted upon the handkerchief. O Jesus, may the contemplation of your sufferings move us with deep compassion. Make us hate our sins and kindle in our hearts, more fervent love for You. May your image be graven on our minds until we are transformed into Your likeness.
Station 7 — Jesus falls beneath His cross, the second time. The pain of his wounds; and the loss of blood increasing at every step of his way, weakens him; and Jesus falls to the ground for the second time. O Jesus, who did fall a second time beneath the load of our sins and of your suffering for our sins, how often have we grieved you by our repeated falls into sin! Oh, may we rather die than ever offend You! Station 8 — Jesus consoles the women of Jerusalem.
At the sight of the sufferings of Jesus, some holy women in the crowd were so touched with sympathy that they openly bewailed and lamented for Him.
O Jesus, we mourn and will always mourn for you and for ourselves, for your sufferings and for our sins which caused them. Oh, teach us to mourn, so that we may repent and be saved from the dreadful end to those who reject or neglect you, their God and their all.
Station 9 — Jesus falls beneath His cross the third time. Jesus has almost arrived at the summit of Calvary, but before he reaches the spot where he is to be crucified, his strength again fails Him, and he falls the third time. O Jesus, we entreat you by the merit of this your third and most painful fall, to pardon our frequent relapses and our long continuance in sin.
May the thought of Your sufferings make us hate our sins more and more. Station 10 — Jesus is stripped of His garments. Jesus at last arrives at Golgotha and they prepare to crucify Him. They strip Him of His garments and mock Him. O Jesus, strip us of all false esteem, conceit and pride and make us humble like you in this life, so that we share your glory with you in the life to come.
Station 11 — Jesus is nailed to the cross. The cross is laid upon the ground and Jesus is stretched upon His bed of death. With divine dignity and forgiveness, he lets himself be nailed to the cross.
The blows are struck! The blood gushes forth! O Jesus, nailed to the cross, fasten our hearts to the cross, so that we may be united with you until we yield up our souls to you. Station 12 — Jesus dies on the cross. For three hours, Jesus has hung upon His pierced hands. His blood has run in streams down his body, and onto the ground.
His mission of love has been accomplished. He bows his head and gives up his Spirit to God. O Jesus, we devoutly embrace your saving cross, on which you died so that we may have eternal life. We hail your cross, and lovingly accept our own. Station 13 — Jesus is taken down from the cross. The multitudes have left the hill of Calvary. There is no one except the beloved disciple of Jesus and the holy women with Mary, the mother of Jesus.
Joseph of Arimathea and Nicodemus take down the body of Jesus from the cross and place him in the arms of his afflicted mother. O Mary, mother of Jesus, your grief was so great, being a helpless witness to the savage way your Son was put to death. By his death and resurrection, we have become your children in Jesus. The certain hope that our names are etched on your heart and that we are set in the pupil of your eyes;. The hope that your Cross may transform our hardened hearts into hearts of flesh that are able to dream, to forgive and to love; that it may transform this dark night of your Cross into the brilliant dawn of your Resurrection;.
The hope that the hosts of men and women who are faithful to your Cross may continue to abide in fidelity, just as yeast gives flavor and as light reveals new horizons in the body of our wounded humanity;. The hope that your Church will seek to be the voice that cries in the wilderness of humanity in order to prepare the way for your triumphant return, when you will come to judge the living and the dead;.
O Lord Jesus! Son of God, innocent victim of our ransom, before your royal banner, before the mystery of your death and glory, before your [executioner's] scaffold, we kneel in shame and hope and we ask that you bathe us in the blood and water that flowed from your lacerated heart; to forgive our sins and our faults;. We ask you to break the chains that keep us imprisoned in our selfishness, our willful blindness and, in the vanity of our worldly calculations.
We ask you to teach us never to be ashamed of your Cross, not to exploit it but to honor and worship it, because with it You have shown us the horror of our sins, the greatness of your love, the injustice of our decisions and the power of your mercy. Abandoned and betrayed even by your own and sold for next to nothing. Judged by sinners, handed over by those in Authority.
Rent by the lance that pierced your heart. Dead and buried, you who are the God of life and of existence. Son of God, innocent victim of our ransom, before your royal banner, before the mystery of your death and glory, before your [executioner's] scaffold, we kneel in shame and hope and we ask that you bathe us in the blood and water that flowed from your lacerated heart; to forgive our sins and our faults; We ask you to remember our brethren crushed by violence, indifference and war; We ask you to break the chains that keep us imprisoned in our selfishness, our willful blindness and, in the vanity of our worldly calculations.
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