Have you ever heard the death cry? It is different from the typical cry of a broken heart or a weep in despair. The death cry is a sudden wail. It is a jerky lamentation with a gaping mouth gasping for air between sobs that struggle to squeeze out the sorrow; the sorrow of a separated loved one. Continue reading →
Drawn by Gustave Doré, engraved by J. Gauchard Brunier. Scanned by Michael Gäbler, via Wikimedia Commons
Jesus is nailed to the cross
BY BIANCA REATEGUI
Youth Speak News
Here is the Son of God—who appeared transfigured, dazzlingly radiant, before His disciples—nailed to a cross. Here is the Messiah—who the angel Gabriel announced would be called the Son of the Most High, who would reign over the house of Jacob forever—on the brink of death, with blood pouring profusely from His many wounds.
Clothing often defines an individual. It can reflect their social status and their personality. Our clothing is a part of us, acting as a second skin, protecting us from the harsh criticism of others. If ever our clothes are forcibly taken from us we would be humiliated, ashamed and our spirits would be broken. Continue reading →
In this station Jesus falls for the third time but He rises once again. He has fallen twice already but He chooses to get back up and continue walking, towards His inevitable death.
When I was younger and I fell while playing, it hurt. I would cry and slowly get up, cursing the ground for existing. Now that I’m older I’m not falling physically, but I still fall spiritually, and it still hurts, though it’s a different kind of pain. Continue reading →
There is something about this station that really resonates with me. Here, Jesus tells the women of Jerusalem not to mourn for Him, but for themselves and their children. This passage speaks of the worldly glorification of death and disdain for life. Continue reading →
One Saturday afternoon, as I was praying in the pews near the confessionals at the local Cathedral, I reflected on my own shortcomings and sins and asked for the Holy Spirit to show me the ways in which I struggle and how I can do better.
As I looked up from my prayer, I noticed that the Stations of the Cross were mapped out along the sides of the chapel and that the seventh station was beside me. There, depicted, was a small copper image of Jesus falling with a heavy cross on His back. We all stumble and struggle with personal sin, but here is Jesus in perfect solidarity with humankind. He struggles with His cross, too. We are most aware of Christ’s full humanity here. Continue reading →