Jesus is Nailed to the Cross
We adore you O Christ and we praise you.
Because by your Holy Cross, you have redeemed the world.
The mother of Christ buries her face on my shoulder as the first nail is hammered into the hand of her son. She cannot bear to look, but I must as I see the violence done to my Lord. The bones are wrenched and the muscles are stretched so that the suffering will be most intense. And though he is exhausted from his ordeal, no cries of agony escape his lips as the nails pierce and the soldiers raise him up on the cross, there to bleed, there to die.
It is hard to go forward and see the pain of Mary, the terror of John, the horrible suffering of Christ. How do you endure, Lord? Is your love so great that you can suffer so terribly? Without your help, how can we ever survive our own crosses? Teach us, Lord.
– to use our pain as a prayer for others
– to endure our suffering in imitation of you
– to accept whatever may happen in our lives as you accepted your cross: joyfully, courageously, faithfully.
For the Light shines in the darkness.
Death shall have no victory.
Jesus remember me.
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