Monday 2nd April - 10th Station of the Cross
At last, He stands upon the hill of shame to pay the price of our redemption. In the eyes of His Eternal Father, a sinner laden with the crimes of a wicked world; before men, the most abject and abandoned of creatures.
A brutal soldier advances. He lays his hands upon the garment of Jesus and roughly tears it from His sacred shoulders.
The cloth has sunk deeply into the gaping wounds left by the recent scourging, and driven deeper still by the weight of the cross and the oft-repeated blows.
With a horrid, rending sound, the wounds are torn open afresh; the sacred blood gushes forth anew and bathes His limbs in its ruddy stream.
It is a moment of awful agony!!
Reflection
See that blood-stained crown which our sins have woven for the brows of our King! No earthly king had ever worn a crown like this before! Never had such a coronet marked its wearer out for the homage of his fellow men!!