Saturday, March 31, 2007

VII Station - Jesus falls a second time.

(Editor's note, I was unable to edit the 7th Station at Abbey Roads2, therefore I published the finished work here.)


"Many good deeds have I shown you from the Father, for which of these do you wish to kill me? - Jn 10: 32

"My spirit is broken, my lamp of life extinguished; I am indeed mocked, and as their provocation mounts, my eyes grow dim." Job 17: 1-2

"But I am a worm and no man, the butt of men, laughing-stock of the people. All who see me deride me. They curl their lips, they toss their heads. 'He trusted in the Lord, let him save him; let him release him if this is his friend.'" Psalm 21: 7-9


Fallen upon the ground, exhausted with grief, derided for all of your good works, mocked for your teaching, the authorities are convinced you deserve to be reduced to such shame, you, the great teacher laying prostrate in the dust. "You deserve what you get!"

The wicked delight at the fall of the just.

Yet here you are gazing at me...on my level now. You have emptied yourself and descended to share my my misery...loving me even in my sins, sharing my shame, a companion in my loneliness and pain. Those who see me in my humiliation - do not notice you. Those who see you, fallen and humiliated - do not see the lowly and afflicted you have made yourself one with...they do not see that you have fallen and meet us on our level, no matter how low we have fallen, even in serious sin. For as the Psalmist says, "darkness is not dark for you." Ps 138: 12.


O my Jesus, your falling, laying prostrate in the dust, fills my soul with pity and sorrow for my sins. Yet the sight of your abasement inspires my heart with confidence and love, a gift from your mercy. Conscious of my sins in the light of your merciful love, I cry out; 'My God, I am so intimately convinced that you watch over all those who hope in you. Men may turn against me; sickness may take away my strength; I may even lose your grace by sin, but I will never lose my hope. O Lord, my confidence shall be my confidence itself...for you have wonderfully established me in hope. I am sure I cannot hope too much in you; that I cannot obtain less than I hope for from you. I hope you will uphold me and make my weakness triumph over my most formidable enemies.' (S. Claude de la Colombiere.) Jesus, I trust in you! Amen.


"Arise, my beloved, my beautiful one, and come!" Songs 2:13

We praise thee O Christ and we bless thee, for by thy holy cross thou hast redeemed the world.

O most sorrowful and Immaculate Heart of Mary, my Mother, my confidence!