Friday, March 13, 2020






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

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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