Friday 23rd. March - 2nd. Station of the Cross
the faces of those who form this pathetic column is a fiendish joy that confirms the granting of their evil wish, and now they go forward to glut their eyes on the dying struggles of the suffering innocent One. Painfully, He is toiling up the long narrow street, narrower still from the crowds that line the way; each step is agony, each yard of ground He covers a fresh martyrdom of ever increasing suffering.
With a refinement of cruelty His enemies have placed upon His shoulders the heavy, rough beams which will be His last painful resting place. Cruelly, the heavy beam weighs upon His mangled flesh and cuts and chafes a long, raw sore deep to the very bone.
Reflection
The path of life is rough and stony…sharp flints and hidden thorns are thickly strewn upon its surface, wounding our weary feet as we toil ever onwards and upwards towards our heavenly home…