Via Dolorosa

-I thought the Lord maybe meant to be mistreated- I thought it has nothing to do with me when I saw the Lord rolling in the dust agonizing flogged by a Roman soldier; I was witnessing that razor sharp lash cutting into His flesh felt not pangs of remorse. When I was witnessing the Lord crawling on the raggedy way leading to Calvary, wearing a crown of thorns, carrying a cross. The Lord hardly opened His eyes because the blood from His forehead entered to smart His eyes, He fell on the ground because of the weight of the cross. Nonetheless, I thought it has nothing to do with me but it was His own lot that He has to deal with. When He cried out loudly for Father’s helping hands from the cross, I was just another bystander who was thinking that the Lord was a man who was forsaken by God and men; therefore, I thought, He alone had to get right with His own destiny. At the moment of the last breathe of the Lord my eyes and His eyes met in the air: “O my poor daughter!” His eyes seemed to imply, “my bottomless sympathy towards you presses upon me as an unbearable burden heavier than this cross. I am taking all these mockeries, mistreatment and pains only because I love you deeply my daughter, I am dying alone as a forsaken soul only because I want to pay off all of your debts.” For the first time, at that moment, I perceived that I shouldn’t let it happened to my Lord, I shouldn’t let Him go this way, but I should stretch my arms to embrace the suffering Lord. The Lord was gone with the unsightly horrible state, you underwent insufferable miseries because of my flaws, you alone, filled a cup with your tears because of my sins and drank it, your limbs were torn to pieces because I was wandering in the field of the fallen.