Thursday 22nd. March 1st Station of the Cross
Around the judgement seat are a motley bunch of people - men and women of all ranks from the rich Jewish maiden to the rough Samaritan woman; haughty Scribes, proud Pharisees, the common loafer.
And it is hatred which has brought them all together; a hatred of one, or rather a hatred of The One who has done nothing but love them and shown them His bountiful kindness in face of their wild fury.
A mighty scream goes out in the air, a scream akin to the lost souls of Hell as they shout in demand - ‘Death to Him! Death to the false prophet.’
He has spent His life amongst you doing good…..Death to Him!
He has healed your sick…..Death to Him!
He has given sight to the blind…..Death to Him!
ReflectionAround the judgement seat are a motley bunch of people - men and women of all ranks from the rich Jewish maiden to the rough Samaritan woman; haughty Scribes, proud Pharisees, the common loafer.
And it is hatred which has brought them all together; a hatred of one, or rather a hatred of The One who has done nothing but love them and shown them His bountiful kindness in face of their wild fury.
A mighty scream goes out in the air, a scream akin to the lost souls of Hell as they shout in demand - ‘Death to Him! Death to the false prophet.’
He has spent His life amongst you doing good…..Death to Him!
He has healed your sick…..Death to Him!
He has given sight to the blind…..Death to Him!
During all those long years Jesus has been bound and standing at the pillar, I have been cruelly scourging Him by my ingratitude and neglect of Him.
Each action, carelessly done, the hours spent in my sleep, each moment wasted, have been so many stripes on my Jesus’ bleeding body. He has been bearing all this to save me from His Fathers’ just anger.
With Jesus naked and shivering with bitter cold at the pillar, I will try joyfully to bear the effects of cold. With Jesus covered with wounds, I, too, will try to endure sufferings without relief.