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Fifth station: Simon helps Jesus carry His cross

Fifth station-Simon helps Jesus carry the cross

Reflection

My Jesus, Your tormentor’s enlisted a Simon of Cyrene to help You carry Your cross. Your humility is beyond my comprehension. Your power upheld the whole universe and yet You permit one of your creatures to help You carry a cross. I imagine Simon was reluctant to take part in Your shame. He had no idea that all who watched and jeered at Him would pass into oblivion while his name would go down in history as the one who helped his God in need.

Is it not so with me, dear Jesus? Even when I reluctantly carry my cross as Simon did, it benefits my soul. If I keep my eyes on You and watch how You suffered, I will be able to bear my cross with greater fortitude. Were you trying to tell all those who suffer prejudice to have courage?

Was Simon a symbol of those who are hated because of race, colour and creed?

Prayer

Simon wondered as he took those beams upon his shoulders, why he was chosen for such a heavy burden and now he knows. Help me Jesus, to trust Your loving providence as You permit suffering to weave itself in and out of my life. Make me understand that You looked at it and held it fondly before You passed it on to me.

You watch me and give me the strength just as You did Simon. When I enter your kingdom, I shall know as he knows, what marvels Your cross has wrought in my soul.

Amen.

Fourth station: Jesus meets His afflicted Mother

Fourth station-jesus meets His afflicted mother

Reflection

My Jesus, it was a great sorrow to realize Your pain caused Mary so much grief. As redeemer, You wanted her to share in Your pain for mankind. When You glanced at each other in unutterable suffering, what gave You both the courage to carry on without the least alleviation-without anger at such injustice?

It seems as if You desired to suffer every possible pain to give me an example on how to suffer when my time comes. What a humiliation for You when Your mother saw You in such a pitiable state-weak, helpless, at the mercy of sinful men; holiness exposed to evil in such hideousness.

Prayer

Did every moment of that short encounter seem like an eternity? As I see so much suffering in the world, there are times I think it is all hopeless. There is an element of lethargy in my prayers for mankind that says, “I’ll pray, but what good will it do? The sick grow sicker and the hungry starve.”

I think of that glance between You and Mary-the glance that said, “Let Us give this misery to the Father for the salvation of souls. The Father’s power takes our pain and frustration and renews souls, saves them for a new life-a life of eternal joy, eternal happiness. It is worth it all.”

Give perseverance to the sick so they can carry the cross of frustration and agony with love and resignation for the salvation of others.

Amen.

Third station: Jesus falls the first time

Third station-Jesus falls the first time

Reflection

My Jesus, it seems to me that as God, you would have carried Your cross without faltering, but You did not. You fell beneath its weight to show me You understand when I fall. Is it pride that makes me want to shine even in pain? You were not ashamed to fall-to admit the cross was heavy. There are those in the world whom my pride will not tolerate as I expect everyone to be strong, yet I am weak. I am ashamed to admit failure in anything.

If the Father permits failure in my life just as He permitted You to fall, then I must know there is good in that failure which my mind will never comprehend. I must not concentrate on the eyes of others as they rest upon me in my falls. Rather, I must reach up to touch that invisible hand and drink in that invisible strength ever at my side.

Prayer

Weak Jesus, help all men who try so hard to be good but whose nature is constantly opposed to them walking straight and tall down the narrow road of life. Raise their heads to see the glory that is to come rather than the misery of the present moment. Your love for me gave You strength to rise from Your fall. Look upon all those whom the world considers unprofitable servants and give them courage to be more concerned as to how they stand before You, rather than their fellowmen.

Amen.

Second station: Jesus carries His cross

Second station-Jesus carries His cross

Reflection

How could any human impose such a burden on Your torn and bleeding body, Lord Jesus? Each movement of the cross drove the thorns deeper into Your head. How did You keep the hatred from welling up in Your heart? How did the injustice of it all not ruffle Your peace? The Father’s Will was hard on You- why do I complain when it’s hard on me?

I see injustice and am frustrated; and when my plan to alleviate it seems futile, I despair. When I see those burdened with poverty suffer ever more and cross is added to cross, my heart is far from serene. I utterly fail to see the dignity of the cross as it is carried with love. I would so much rather be without it.

Prayer

My worldly concept is that suffering, like food, should be shared equally. How ridiculous I am, dear Lord. Just as we do not all need the same amount of material food, neither do we need the same amount of spiritual food and that is what the cross is in my life, isn’t it? Spiritual food proportional to my needs.

Amen.

First station: Jesus is condemned to death

The way of the cross, in my understanding is retracing the steps Jesus went through before His Passion on the cross.

It’s a prayer that has helped strengthen my faith; so now I share with you the prayer by the Vincentian Congregation, that you too may find in it the enlightenment I derive from it.

Opening prayer

Mary, my Mother, you were the first to live the Way of the Cross. You felt every pain and every humiliation. You were unafraid of the ridicule heaped upon you by the crowds. Your eyes were ever on Jesus and His pain. Is that the secret of your miraculous strength? How did your loving heart bear such a burden and such a weight? As you watched Him stumble and fall, were you tortured by the memory of all the yesterdays-His birth, His hidden life and His ministry? You were so desirous of everyone loving Him.

What a heartache it was to see so many hate Him-hate with a diabolical fury. Take my hand as I make this Way of the Cross. Inspire me with thoughts that will make me realize how much He loves me. Give me light to apply each station to my daily life and to remember my neighbour’s needs in this Way of the Pain.

Obtain for me the grace to understand the mystery, the wisdom and the Divine love as I go from scene to scene. Grant that my heart, like yours, may be pierced through by the sight of His sorrow and the misery that I may determine never to offend Him again. What a price He paid to cover my sins, to open the gates of heaven for me and to fill my soul with His own Spirit. Sweet mother, let us travel this way together and grant that the love in my poor heart may give you some slight consolation.

Amen.

The first station- Jesus is condemned to death

1.    The first station: Jesus is condemned to death

Reflection

My Jesus, the world still has You on trial. It keeps asking who You are and why You make the demands You make. It asks over and over the question, if You are God’s Son, why do You permit the world to be in the state it is in? Why are You so silent?

Though the ignorance of the world angers me, I must admit that silently, in the depths of my soul, I too have these questions. Your humility frustrates me and makes me uncomfortable. Your strength before Pilate as You drank deeply from the power of the Father, gives me the answer to my question-The Father’s Will.

The Father permits many sufferings in my life but it is all for my good. If only I too could be silent in the face of worldly prudence, steadfast in the faith when all seems lost, calm when accused unjustly, free from tyranny of human respect, ready to do the Father’s will no matter how difficult.

Prayer

Silent Jesus, give us all the graces we need to stand tall in the face of the ridicule of the world. Give the poor the strength not to succumb to their privation but to be ever aware of their dignity as sons of God. Grant that we might not bend to the crippling disease of worldly glory but be willing to be deprived of all the things rather than lose your friendship. My Jesus, though we are accused daily of being fools, let the vision of quiet dignity standing before monstrous injustice, give us all the courage to be your followers,

Amen.