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The First Station:
Jesus Is Condemned To Death
My Jesus, the world still
has You on trial. It keeps asking who You are and why You
make the demands You make. It asks over and over the
question, If You are God's Son, why do You permit the
world to be in the state it is in? Why are You so silent?
Though the arrogance of the world angers me, I must admit
that silently, in the depths of my soul, I too have these
questions. Your humility frustrates me and makes me
uncomfortable. Your strength before Pilate as You drank
deeply from the power of the Father, gives me the answer
to my question - The Father's Will. The Father permits
many sufferings in my life but it is all for my good. If
only I too could be silent in the face of worldly
prudence - steadfast in the faith when all seems lost -
calm when accused unjustly - free from tyranny of human
respect - ready to do the Father's Will no matter how
difficult.
Silent Jesus, give us all the graces we need to stand
tall in the face of the ridicule of the world. Give the
poor the strength not to succumb to their privation but
to be ever aware of their dignity as sons of God. Grant
that we might not bend to the crippling disease of
worldly glory but be willing to be deprived of all things
rather than lose Your friendship. My Jesus, though we are
accused daily of being fools, let the vision of Quiet
Dignity standing before Monstrous Injustice, give us all
the courage to be Your followers.
Amen |