STATIONS OF THE CROSS
XII. JESUS DIES ON THE CROSS
Digital Collage, Jean-Marie Lee, 2017
PLOGS BELOW (JML's Poetic Commentary)
XII. JESUS DIES ON THE CROSS
V. We adore you, O Christ, and we bless you,
R. Because by your holy Cross you have
redeemed the world.
At the foot of the Cross stands his Mother, Mary, with other
holy women. Jesus looks at her; then he looks at
the disciple whom he loves, and he says to his Mother:
‘Woman, behold thy son.’ Then he says to the disciple: ‘Behold thy
mother.’ ... It is close on three o’clock, when Jesus cries out:
‘My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?’ ...
‘Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit.’
And he expires. Love sacrifice; it is a fountain of interior life.
Love the Cross, which is an altar of sacrifice. Love pain, until you drink,
as Christ did, the very dregs of the chalice.
Our Father... Hail Mary...
V. Have mercy on us, O Lord
R. Have mercy on us.
Plog Post: Friday, March 31, 2017