ELEVENTH STATION
I AM NAILED TO THE CROSS
I
adore you, O Christ, and I bless you.
Because
by your holy cross you have redeemed the world
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The pain of those nails almost made me black out. They were
blunt Roman spikes that crushed flesh and bone. Yet it was not so much that pain
I felt, it was the agony that welled up at the thought of what was happening.
“Why, Father? Why nails in your Son?”
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