Stations of the Cross
13th Station ~ Jesus is Taken Down from the Cross
Psalm 51 v 17 My sacrifice, O God, is a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart you, God, will not despise.
Jesus died on the cross. The two men on either side of Jesus had their legs broken but not Jesus for they saw he was already dead. One of the soldiers pulled his lance and pieced his side and out poured blood and water. Mary, her sister and John, the beloved disciple stayed and stood by Jesus’ side. Finally, Joseph and Nicodemus came, took him down, and laid him in the arms of his mother. Her pain I cannot fathom.
Tonight, at Good Friday Service we venerated the Cross. We went one by one. We could touch the Cross, bow our heads, kiss the Cross, genuflect before the Cross, however you felt moved to venerate the Cross. I watched as the line moved slowly along. A WWII Pearl Harbor veteran simply reached out to touch the Cross of his Savior and bowed his head. He held his wife’s arm as she too reached out to touch the wood. Young families with their children each took turns touch the Cross, some brave, some not so brave. One little girl turn her head as not to even look at the Cross. I understood how she felt. A strong laborer-looking-man genuflected and ever-so-gently kissed the Cross. I believe God’s heart was moved.
There is a story that after President Lincoln was assassinated great crowds gathered up and down the Washington streets where his body would pass by – there was a black woman holding her tiny child. When the caissons and the horse drawn carriage passed she held up her baby and whispered, “Take a long, long look, he died for you.”
We too can say standing at the Cross, “Take a long, long look, he died for you.”
Lord Jesus, Thank you.