Now, child, place yourself with Him at the base of the Cross made for Him. In unworthiness we come before Him to this place, this time of love for all mankind. But He makes us worthy through His love for us. Know this.
We are here with Him and it is now, not then. Know this is the way to walk the Stations with Him. Do not put in the past that which is now—now, child. Place yourself there. See His face. See mine in mourning, for I am devastated by the impending loss of my Son, but ministered to by the angels in heaven awaiting the final blow to Creation's gift of love in Him—His sacrifice, His sacrificial love. I was not alone, yet very alone, for I walked as none before me. I walked as one of many—lost in the crowd as it hemmed Him in.
Do not now, child, see the joy of Creation's gift of salvation. It was hidden then. Keep it hidden in your heart and reflect only on the Resurrection when we come to the end of our walk. Another time you may walk with the joy and love of knowing redemption is at hand. For today, let us see the pain of the Cross, the humiliation, the degrading act done upon my Son in the light of the evilness of the world. Look child, to the hatred, the scorn, the damnation the world would place on my Son. See the hate—in the eyes, in the hearts, of the beloved of the Lord. See His pain in knowing the hatred would kill, maim, undo the love given and make it one with the prince of darkness. Know this was a triumph in the hearts of those who would destroy. Destroy death? No, death remains, but only for those who wish its glory. For our walk is to life—but now, the Cross.
See the Cross handed to my Son in hatred. See it placed on His shoulders with violence and force. See the soldiers beating my Son and spitting—spitting at His wounds, and gouging deeper into the pains already inflicted on your Lord. See the beatings continue—to mock and chastise Him. See the Crown of Thorns placed on His Head to ridicule. See the thorns pierce His scalp. See the pain inflicted on your Lord. See the pain and sorrow in His eyes, in His heart. See now the presence of evil all around.
None stand with Him but a few. They are afraid. They are all afraid—for the consolation of the Lord is no longer there. His love is not felt, for it is taken away as a trial. His love will be felt by none but a few: the women, His mother, Simon. A few child, only a few—for in this also was the hurt of the Lord deepened to the point of despair. For He was human in this walk—though Divine. He was not allowed to feel love, but a touch. He was granted this grace that His human heart would not despair to the point of death. Child, it was necessary for our Lord to be treated thus. It was necessary for Him to endure pain, loss, hatred, abomination—as you will. But now, child, we focus on His walk, with us there at His side, not as lovers, but as companions in the Cross. You child, will know deeply the Cross and this walk to Calvary. You will know my heart as well as your own. You will know His.
Know, child, now as He takes up the Cross, He takes it again for you—for all. He would again live this agony and despair—to save just one. Know the pain He had to endure under the whip of the soldiers standing so close to Him it was hard to breathe clean air around Him. The soldiers would allow Him no break, no respite from the evil done Him. The soldiers, at this point, were one with evil. Evil reigned in their hearts, as it does in many today.
See the Cross, the weight, the splinters piercing his hands, the Cross striking the Crown still placed on His head—driving deeper in those thorns that pierced. The thorns, child, pierced his head, pierced his brow, pierced His Heart! The thorns child, one is for you. The thorns, child. Renew now your vows of love for Him. Caress in your heart all His wounds.
Now child, we walk again. Lift up the Cross now and feel its weight. Its weight child, heavy by the sins of the world. Heavy by its weight. Its weight child, feel it on your shoulder. Feel it pierce your skin, that each movement, each step, rubs raw the place that it lays on your shoulder. As you fall later with Him, you will truly know pain in a deeper way, unlike that which you have experienced before. For the Cross now is the key of salvation, the breastplate of justice, the announcement of eternal life—but none, less me, know this is so.
I cry now. I pray. For I know not how my Son can endure that which He now must endure. My heart, child, is pierced with pain. My heart now, child, is run through. You are there with me, waiting as the crowd prevents my movement toward my Son. You will not know my pain until you place your heart, your soul, with mine. Know child, as we walk further, you will feel my pain.
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