FOURTEENTH STATION
MY BODY IS PUT IN A TOMB
I adore
you, O Christ, and we bless you.
Because
by your holy cross you have redeemed the world
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I
had no grave of my own. My body was laid in somebody else’s tomb. Was it
fitting that I be buried in a borrowed tomb?
I
was always borrowing things. I borrowed a crib in Bethlehem to be born. I
borrowed Peter’s boat to preach from. I borrowed a donkey to ride on when I
came into Jerusalem. I borrowed bread and wine to make my body move and my
blood flow in history. I borrowed thorns, wood and nails to redeem the
universe. Why should my burial be any different?
I
will also borrow you. You will be my tongue and my throat, parched. You will
be my hands and my feet, nailed. You will be my head, thorned. You will be my
side, lanced. You will be my body, stripped. You will be my corpse buried.
And when the borrowing is over, you will be my brothers and sisters, risen.
Lord Jesus, help us walk in your steps.
May God Be Praised!
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Friday, March 13, 2020
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