TENTH STATION
I AM STRIPPED OF MY CLOTHES |
I
adore you, O Christ, and I bless you.
Because
by your holy cross you have redeemed the world.
When I was stripped of my robes, it hurt since parts of them
were plastered to my body with caked blood. But it didn’t hurt my ego. By
this time I had nothing to cling to. I was emptied.
I want so much for you to know and live the truth symbolized
by the ripping off of my clothes. My human life was an emptying of myself so
I could be filled by my Father. Your life must be the same.
The more you cling to your superficial self, the more you wrap
layers of clothing around you that will one day be stripped off. Your death
will be the end of your ego, and all other empires you have been building in
a lifetime. If you have died daily to yourself, the stripping of your
humanity at death will not hurt so much. You may, like me, not even clutch at
them as your clothes are stripped from you.
Lord Jesus, help me
walk in your steps.
May God Be Praised!
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Monday, March 9, 2020
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