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The Eleventh Station:
Jesus is Nailed to the Cross
It is hard to
imagine a God being nailed to a cross by His own
creatures. It is even more difficult for my mind to
understand a love that permitted such a thing to happen!
As those men drove heavy nails into Your hands and feet,
dear Jesus, did You offer the pain as reparation for some
particular human weakness and sin? Was the nail in Your
right hand for those who spend their lives in dissipation
and boredom?
Was the nail in Your left and in reparation for all
consecrated souls who live lukewarm lives? Were You
streaching out Your arms to show us how much You love us?
As the feet that walked the hot, dusty roads were nailed
fast, did they cramp up in a deadly grip of pain to make
reparation for all those who so nimbly run the broad road
of sin and self-indulgence?
It seem, dear
Jesus, Your love has held You bound hand and foot as Your
heart pleads for a return of love. You seem to shout from
the top of the hill "I love you - come to me - see,
I am held fast - I cannot hurt you - only you can hurt
Me." How very hard is the heart that can see such
love and turn away. Is it not true I too have turned away
when I did not accept the Father's Will with love? Teach
me to keep my arms ever open to love, to forgive and to
render service - willing to be hurt rather than hurt,
satisfied to love and not be loved in return.
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Amen |