Stations of the Cross
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Jesus, when you fell to the ground under the weight of a great cross, doggedly following the soldiers on the dusty trail, you were whipped with their lashes and kicked , until you went down. Oh, how they must have hurt you Jesus, as they ignored your pain and pierced your head with a crown of sharp branches.
Jesus, the cross you had been carrying got suddenly very heavy. You became weak and ready to faint. When you fell down, no one came to your aid. The soldiers wanting to get home, just yelled and told you to get up and move one. They asked Simon to help you carry the cross, but still they despised and humiliated you, my beloved one. Bravely you rose from the ground and taking up your cross, you continued ahead.
For the sake of your wayward children and for the sake of love, you never once faltered nor gave up.
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