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Twelfth Station

Twelfth Station

Twelfth Station – Jesus Dies On The Cross

In the strange daytime darkness, the birds stop singing, but the soldiers and mourners at the foot of the cross fail to notice, as their attention is focussed on the face of Jesus as he bows his head and breathes his last.  The heavy silence, empty and still, is broken by the centurion making that unexpected profession of belief: ‘truly, this was the Son of God’.


From a distance Nicodemus gazes upon the face of our crucified Lord, remembering Jesus’ words to him, ‘For God so loved the world that He sent his only-begotten Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.’  He didn’t really understand then and he certainly doesn’t now, but his love of Jesus urges him on.  As his gaze passes from Jesus’ face to Mary’s, he resolves to help her, regardless of the consequences to his social, religious or political standing.


O my belovéd Jesus, here I stand too, at the foot of your cross.  I also gaze on your face, failing to comprehend the Godhead herein hiding.  Like Nicodemus, let love be my guide when understanding fails.  Lord, from the cross you gave us Mary your mother to be our Mother also and so here, I feel her grief as my own.  Lord, pour out your abundant blessing on all parents who grieve for their children and give them peace.


I love Thee, Jesus; my love above all things;
I repent with my whole heart of having offended Thee.
Never permit me to separate myself from Thee again.
Grant that I may love Thee always,
and then do with me what Thou wilt.

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