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| White Crucifixtion - 1938 - Chagall Source | 
Originally sourced online from Ignatian Spirituality quoting "Stages on the Way" from the Iona Community:
It was on the Friday that they ended it all.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
 Of course, they didn't do it one  by one. 
 
 They weren't brave enough.
 All the stones at the one time or no  stones thrown at all.
 They did it in crowds.... in crowds where you can  feel safe 
 and lose yourself and shout things you would never shout
 on  your own, and do things you would never do if you felt
 the camera was  watching you.
 It was a crowd in the church that did it, 
 and a crowd  in the civil service that did it,
 and a crowd in the street that did  it,
 and a crowd on the hill that did it.
 And he said  nothing.
 He took the insults, the bruises, the spit on the face,
 the  thongs on the back, the curses in the ears.
 He took the sight of his friends  turning away,
 running away.
 And he said nothing.
 He let them do  their worst until their worst was done,
 as on Friday they ended it  all....
 and would have finished themselves had he not cried,
 "Father,  forgive them all."
 And the revolution began.
A number of years back we did a series of posts on the stations which you can find links to below.
We adore you O Christ and we bless you
Because by your holy Cross you have redeemed the world.
Good Friday is the mirror held up by Jesus so that we can see ourselves in all our stark reality, and then it turns us to that cross and to his eyes and we hear these words, "Father forgive them for they know not what they do." That is us! And so we know beyond a shadow of a doubt that if we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves. We see in that cross a love so amazing so divine that it loves us even when we turn away from it, or spurn it, or crucify it. There is no faith in Jesus without understanding that on the cross we see into the heart of God and find it filled with mercy for the sinner whoever he or she may be.
- Sr Louise PDDM
What shall I give you, Lord, in return for all Your kindness?
Glory to You for Your love.
Glory to You for Your mercy.
Glory to You for Your patience.
Glory to You for forgiving us all our sins.
...Glory to You for coming to save our souls.
Glory to You for Your incarnation in the virgin's womb.
Glory to You for Your bonds.
Glory to You for receiving the cut of the lash.
Glory to You for accepting mockery.
Glory to You for Your crucifixion.
Glory to You for Your burial.
Glory to You for Your resurrection.
Glory to You who were preached to men and women.
Glory to You in whom they believed.
Glory to You who were taken up into heaven.
Glory to You who sit in great glory at the Father's right hand.
Glory to You whose will it is that the sinner should be saved through Your great mercy and compassion.
Ephraem of Syria (ca. 306-373)
Glory to You for Your love.
Glory to You for Your mercy.
Glory to You for Your patience.
Glory to You for forgiving us all our sins.
...Glory to You for coming to save our souls.
Glory to You for Your incarnation in the virgin's womb.
Glory to You for Your bonds.
Glory to You for receiving the cut of the lash.
Glory to You for accepting mockery.
Glory to You for Your crucifixion.
Glory to You for Your burial.
Glory to You for Your resurrection.
Glory to You who were preached to men and women.
Glory to You in whom they believed.
Glory to You who were taken up into heaven.
Glory to You who sit in great glory at the Father's right hand.
Glory to You whose will it is that the sinner should be saved through Your great mercy and compassion.
Ephraem of Syria (ca. 306-373)
Is that the son nourished at Mary's breast
"Alas and woe to me"
Or is that the son I carried three terms
"Alas and woe to me"
Or is that the son born in the stable
"Alas and woe to me"
My son my darling your nose and mouth are cut
"Alas and woe to me"
Blunt nails were driven through his feet and hands
"Alas and woe to me"
The spear was put through his beautiful chest
"Alas and woe to me"
A beautiful audio version of psalm 22 in English is available from Corpus Christi Watershed.
R. My God, my God, why have you abandoned me? 
All who see me scoff at me; 
they mock me with  parted lips, they wag their heads: 
"He relied on the LORD; let him deliver  him, 
let him rescue him, if he loves him."
R. My God, my God, why have you abandoned me? 
Indeed, many dogs surround me, 
a pack of  evildoers closes in upon me; 
They have pierced my hands and my feet;  
I can count all my bones. 
R. My God, my God, why have you abandoned me? 
They divide my garments among them, 
and for my  vesture they cast lots. 
But you, O LORD, be not far from me; 
O my  help, hasten to aid me. 
R. My God, my God, why have you abandoned me? 
I will proclaim your name to my brethren; 
in the  midst of the assembly I will praise you: 
"You who fear the LORD, praise him;  
all you descendants of Jacob, give glory to him; 
revere him, all  you descendants of Israel!"
R. My God, my God, why have you abandoned me? 

 
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