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Mary's Way of the Cross
Listener Shared, Morning Air Relevant Radio 3/26/20 ^ | Little Sisters of the Poor

Posted on 03/26/2020 7:22:17 AM PDT by MurphsLaw

For an incredibly beautiful reflection on The Stations of the Cross from The Blessed Virgin's perspective.

(Excerpt) Read more at ...

TOPICS: Catholic
KEYWORDS: cross; stations; triduum
Too long to print here..... Click the link and enjoy.
1 posted on 03/26/2020 7:22:17 AM PDT by MurphsLaw
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I listen to Relevant Radio. Love Patrick Madrid and Mother Miriam.

2 posted on 03/26/2020 7:33:11 AM PDT by HighSierra5
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The First 5 Stations.... Foreword
Is not the Way of the Cross the way of every person’s life? Doesn’t every life have suffering, falls, hurts, rejections, condemnations, death, burial… and resurrection?

It has been a Catholic tradition through the centuries to meditate on the Way of the Cross, so that it becomes our way of life.

Mary, the Mother of Jesus, made that first way of the cross. These stations, called Mary’s Way of the Cross, attempt to present that viewpoint. In these stations we see through Mary’s eyes what Jesus was going through on the way of Calvary. Then we try to make practical applications to our lives. These stations and these words are not the heart of the matter; the heart of the matter is to go deeper and deeper into the sufferings of Christ, so that we might come out of this spiritual journey with an appreciation of what Christ did for us, and a deeper love for him and for our brothers and sisters.

“We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you, because by your holy cross you have redeemed the world.”

Rev Andrew Costello, C.Ss.R.

FIRST STATION “We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you, because by your holy cross you have redeemed the world.” JESUS IS CONDEMNED TO DIE It was early Friday morning when I saw my son. That was the first glimpse I had of him since they took him away. His bruised and bleeding skin sent a sword of pain deep into my heart and tears down my cheeks. Then Pilate, from his chair of judgment, asked the crowd why they wanted my son executed. All around me they shouted,” Crucify him!” I wanted to plead with them to stop, but I knew this had to be. So I stood by and cried silently.

Lord Jesus, it is hard for me to imagine the anguish your mother felt at your condemnation. But what about today, when I hold a grudge…? “Crucify him!” “When I judge others…” “Crucify him!” 3 Doesn’t this bring tears of anguish to both you and your mother? Forgive me, Jesus. Sing: At the cross her station keeping, Stood the mournful Mother weeping, Close to Jesus to the last.


“We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you, because by your holy cross you have redeemed the world.”


Regaining a little strength, I walked with the crowds to the entrance of the square. A door flew open and my son stumbled out, the guards laughing behind him. Two men dragged over a heavy wooden cross and dropped it on his shoulders. Then they shoved him down the road. My pain for him was unbearable. I wanted to take the cross from him and carry it myself. But I knew this had to be so I walked on silently. Lord Jesus, I beg you to forgive me for the many times I have added more weight to your cross, by closing my eyes to the pain and loneliness of my neighbour. Forgive me for gossiping about others and for always trying to find excuses to avoid certain people who wish to talk with me. Help me to be like Mary, always seeking to lighten the crosses of others. Forgive me, Jesus.

Sing: Through her heart His sorrow sharing, All His bitter anguish bearing, Now at length the sword has passed.


“We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you, because by your holy cross you have redeemed the world.”


I followed close behind my son as he stumbled toward Calvary. 4 Nothing had ever hurt me more than to see him in such pain. I saw the cross digging into his shoulders. My heart dropped when I saw him fall, face to the ground, the heavy cross landing squarely on his back. For a moment I thought my beloved son was dead. Now, my whole body began to tremble. Then the guards kicked him. He rose slowly and began to walk again, yet they still whipped him. I wanted to protect him with my own body. But, I knew this had to be, so I walked on and wept silently. Lord, how often have I seen you fall, and, unlike Mary, have left you there without concern? How often have I seen people make mistakes and laughed at them? How often do I find myself getting angry when someone does things differently than I? Mary offered you her support through your entire Passion. Help me to do the same for you by the support I give to others. Lord, have mercy on me.

Sing: Oh how sad and sore distressed, Was that Mother highly blessed, Of the sole-begotten One!


“We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you, because by your holy cross you have redeemed the world.”


I had managed to break through the crowd and was walking side by side with my son. I called to him through the shouting voices. He stopped. Our eyes met, mine full of tears of anguish, his, full of pain and confusion. I felt helpless; then his eyes said to me, “Courage! There is a purpose for this.” As he stumbled on, I knew he was right. So I followed and prayed silently. Lord Jesus, forgive me the many times our eyes met and I turned mine away. Forgive me the times things did not go my way and I let everyone know about it. 5

Forgive me the times I brooded over little inconveniences or became discouraged, and did not heed your call to courage! Yes, Lord, our eyes have met many times, but fruitlessly.

Sing: Christ above in torment hangs, She beneath beholds the pangs, Of her dying, glorious Son.


“We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you, because by your holy cross you have redeemed the world.”


I could now see almost complete helplessness on the face of my son as he tried to carry his heavy load. Each step looked as if it would be his last. I felt his every pain in my heart and I wanted the whole thing to end. Then I noticed some commotion near Jesus. The guards had pulled a protesting man from the crowd. They forced him to pick up the back of the cross to help lighten my son’s load. He asked the guards why this had to be. I knew, and so followed silently. Lord Jesus, I have many times refused to help you. I have been a selfish person who has often questioned your word. Don’t let me remain like Simon, but help me to be like your mother, Mary,

Sing: Is there one who would not weep, Whelmed in miseries so deep, Christ’s dear Mother to behold?
3 posted on 03/26/2020 8:11:51 AM PDT by MurphsLaw (Truth beyond time.)
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