EIGHTH STATION
I MEET THE WAILING WOMEN OF
JERUSALEM
I adore
you, O Christ, and I bless you.
Because
by your holy cross you have redeemed the world
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Why wasn’t I more understanding
with these weeping women, who, after all, seemed to be showing me sympathy?
Instead of graciously accepting their show of concern, I turned on them with
the seemingly harsh words: “Don’t weep for me, Weep for yourselves and your
children.”
I was harsh because these women
were part of a great multitude of curiosity seekers who had turned out to
watch an execution. Remember that these women were engaged in a kind of
formal religious practice of mourning and lamenting for the dead or condemned.
They were weeping for the sake of weeping. They were weeping without really
knowing me or my Father.
I am intolerant of religious
practice — for its own sake. I detest your religious routines when they are
an excuse to avoid your deep personal commitment to me and my Father.
Sometimes it is better to be silent, to pour out your heart where no one can
hear. Go to your room and pray. When you know for whom you weep, then come to
Calvary’s road.
Lord Jesus, help me
walk in your steps.
May God Be Praised!
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