April 14, 2017 Comments Off on The Fourteenth Station: Jesus Is Laid in the Tomb / A XXI Century’s Perspective
As I look at the painting set before me to meditate on the Fourteenth Station, I think to myself: this is the quintessential XXI Century interpretation. We see no more the broken-bones body of Jesus, nor the rolled-in stone, we see not even the linen-cloth left behind when the angels announced, “he is not here.” We see instead the splendor of the Resurrection. The tomb emanates rays of light as glimpses of all that is to come because Christ has conquered death.
As XXI Century’s Christians we know that there is no more sorrow, no more pain. When I experienced my second conversion, I was surrounded by people who, when speaking of their own death, joyfully said: “I can’t wait: I will meet Jesus!” Hearing these words felt so right, so very perfect, and so very true because these words echoed what we profess Sunday after Sunday.
As XXI Century’s Christians we see and know of the triumph of the Resurrection over death, we know not the despair and agony of Golgotha; instead, we count our blessings, we know that Jesus’ promises are real, and we find comfort in knowing that Jesus is Lord of all. We are not left alone or dumbfounded at the garden like Mary Magdalene, nor are we oblivious to his walking on the road to Emmaus. We experience certainty when reflecting on what happened in the Upper Room, and we do not doubt of his appearance at the Sea of Galilee.
As XXI Century’s Christians, we are invited to re-visit the pain and the sorrow of Good Friday knowing that the grief, loss and bereavement are over at The Vigil. As XXI Century’s American Christians, we are afforded to envision a place of living light, where dawning prevails over a frightening night, and the stars with thousand galaxies are shining like the sun. As XXI Century’s American Christians we don’t have to be stuck in the images of mutilated bodies, dying children afar, and pestilent bodies abandoned in the night. As XXI Century’s American Christians we can still dream about an Easter filled with a bright sky and a cozy tomb that emanates rays of light. We do not have to descend to the inferno of genocide. In contrast, we delight on the glowing sky, where we rest with our dreams, meditations, and faith.
– Anahi Galante
April 13, 2017 Comments Off on The Thirteenth Station: Jesus Is Taken Down from the Cross
I’ve been staring at a photocopy of the image of this station all through Lent as part of my daily meditation, knowing that I would be writing about it during Holy Week. The thirteenth is a station that poses some challenges, not the least of which is that it comes more from Sacred Tradition than from Scripture. When I went to Google looking for inspiration, I found that there were at least three names for the station: “The body of Jesus is placed in the arms of his mother;” “Jesus is taken down from the cross;” and the compromise on one Roman Catholic website “The body of Jesus is taken down from the cross and placed in the arms of his mother.” Of course, in Scripture, when the body of Jesus is taken down from the cross, it is given into the charge of Joseph of Arimathea, at his request, for burial in his own tomb. There is no mention of the body being laid in Mary’s arms first, though it is easy to understand why Sacred Tradition would have that happen.
Every time I looked at this station, I noticed something different. I invite you to do the same. Perhaps you’ll focus on the figure of Jesus, larger than any of the others in the painting, and rightfully so; or on the shadowy figure off to the right—just who is that? Or you may choose the person taking down the body; or the diminutive figure of the anguished Mary on the left. You may choose to focus on one of the inanimate elements of the station: the cross itself, the rope, the nail, the linen cloth, or something I haven’t even mentioned. You can then write or think your own meditation on this Maundy Thursday to prepare for Good Friday.
To get you started, I’ll tell you what happened when I focused on the figure of Mary. She looks so sad and vulnerable. Here’s what I thought of first when I looked at her. She brought to my mind the weekly Stations of the Cross that I attended during Lent at the Roman Catholic elementary school I attended from second to fifth grade. The ritual took place on Friday afternoons and included the singing of the Stabat Mater. While I don’t really remember any of the verses that we heard from the choir as the Communion motet on Palm Sunday, I do remember the refrain in the version of the hymn that we students sang; it has stayed with me all these years: At the cross her station keeping, stood the mournful mother weeping, close to Jesus to the last. Mary serves as a stand-in for all of us down the generations, weeping at the cross, helpless, despairing. What we can’t overlook, however, is the hope of the Resurrection. Just as Good Friday gives way to Easter, whenever we despair, we must not forget to hope. That’s what our faith is all about.
– Julia Alberino
April 10, 2017 Comments Off on Twelfth Station: Jesus Dies on the Cross
out into that darkness, Death.
Leaving us to a different
He is going where his beloveds have gone and are going
He is going to where there is no home and is making one.
He is going ahead to
light the lamps and
open the windows and
make the beds and
lay the breakfast table
He’s going to open the garden
gate to hell, to dig in his trowel and
make it bloom children.
He is lonely.
He is leaving us home
to speak ill of him and of each other
He is leaving us home
to no home at all.
But before we betray him, he wants to feed us.
He is a rising moon of bread saying eat
and let me stay at home
in you even when
We call out:
we would never leave you
That is not the point
April 6, 2017 Comments Off on The Eleventh Station: Jesus Is Nailed to the Cross
This blog post appeared in Lent 2016. It was so good that we decided to bring it back this year.
– Blog Editor
Artist: Caroline Borderies
Of all the stations, this one is the hardest to take in, the most violent and gruesome. Soldiers nail Jesus to the Cross, through his hands and feet. Even though it feels as if Jesus should be the subject of that sentence somehow, in order to tell the truth, it seems important that we realize that this was no “mistakes were made” passive voice act. People nailed Jesus to the cross. Whether they were following orders or took some perverse pleasure in the pain they were causing is beyond our scope to know.
April 3, 2017 Comments Off on The Tenth Station: Jesus Is Stripped of His Garments
Matthew Chapter 27 Verse 28: They stripped him and put a scarlet robe on him,
There was little dignity in Jesus’s death. He was at the mercy (or lack) of others. The agents of his death were cruel. He had no control. His very clothes were taken from him. He was made to wear a strange garment.
This was like almost all deaths I have seen. As a person dies they lose the various outer layers of their lives, self-reliance, deciding when to eat, deciding what to eat, deciding what to wear, control of bodily functions and cognition. It is not pretty. It is not dignified.
But there also can be grace in dying. That grace does not emanate solely from the dying person but in large part from those around her. The gathering of love around the dying is a breath of the eternal, because it echoes back the love that the person shared with others in their life, and the love around the dying also echoes into the future as a bright coal of memory of those who were there.
While Jesus had cruelty in his death, he also had loved ones there. He also expressed the ultimate love in his very act of dying and his resurrection.
So, don’t expect much dignity in death. But there can be love, grace and hope.
– Bruce Goerlich
March 30, 2017 Comments Off on The Ninth Station: Jesus Falls for the Third Time
How are we measuring our Lent so far? How are we measuring ourselves and others and by what measure? The lyrics of Seasons of Love haunt me when I think of this question.
How do you measure – measure a year?
In daylights – in sunsets
In midnights – in cups of coffee
In inches – in miles
In laughter – in strife
At times we have a tendency to record days and years in just the strife. We live in a culture of scarcity that tells us there isn’t enough riches, resources, love, and all that’s good to go around. It tells us to take what we can grab by the fist and pocket it away before someone else does. Every failure or disappointment is just more of the pie slipping away from us. Shame is what keeps the machine running by whispering in our ear that we aren’t worthy of love and belonging anyway, that we were never going to be as good as everyone else, and that there is little point to taking risks or even bothering to try when it will all just suck anyway. We will get nothing and we are nothing.
Jesus falling for the third time epitomizes how this kind of shame can manifest and how we can respond to others, too. Sometimes we don’t know quite what to say when someone is struggling so we are quick to say something like this to a Jesus falling again moment: “Wow, Jesus, you fell again huh? It’s no biggie. But let me tell you what happened to ME the other day! Way worse!” Or we think, “I’m so much stronger as a fisherman so I’d only fall twice max.” Or better yet, “Poor Jesus, bless his heart.” We tend to focus on the falling with ourselves and others as if that’s the point.
What if the point was more about the resilience to get back up? Or the bravery to carry an impossible weight and keep going anyway? Or the very love that keeps us showing up not in spite of the cost and falls and shame but because of it? One of my Lenten practices this year was to try meditation as a new way of praying. I thought I was just particularly bad at it because I had a million thoughts racing and it seemed as though the whole point was not to have thoughts. It really isn’t actually about not having thoughts, as many of you are aware. The point is to touch the thought. let it go, and come back to the present moment. I think this is instructive as we think about the ways we think about falling down in a year, in a lifetime even. The point isn’t that we try to eliminate falling, because falling will happen. The point is to touch our wounds, failures, and hurts, let them go, and come back to our authentic, true selves.
So indeed how will we measure this Lent, this year, ourselves? Will it be how many times we’ve fallen or failed? Seasons of Love gives us a clue in how we might measure — “measure in love”. When we do find ourselves falling again like Jesus, we might remember to touch it, let it go, and come back to ourselves knowing we are worthy of love and belonging. When we see others fall, we might just stand with them in solidarity. These are our seasons of love.
– Nicole Hanley
March 27, 2017 Comments Off on The Eighth Station: Jesus Meets the Women of Jerusalem
At first glance this seems to be a “Fear not” moment. Jesus says to the weeping women “Do not weep for me” But instead of continuing, as Luke does in the telling of his birth, with angels assuring shepherds of wonder – here Jesus turns the lens of grief back upon the women. “Weep for yourselves and for your children.”
God manifested in human form in order to deliver a message of love and radical inclusion and rather than being universally embraced, Divinity walks up a dusty mountain road carrying a cross on which to die.
This is not so much a moment of judgment, but of clarity. A reminder of the work left to be done in order to bring the world closer to that heavenly country. That the tragedy the women see unfolding before them – innocence heading to crucifixion – won’t end with a single man on a single day.
“Do not weep for me Daughters of Jerusalem, but weep for yourselves and for your children.”
– Caroline Prugh