The weight is unbearable. Jesus falls under it. How could he enter our lives completely without surrendering to the crushing weight of the life of so many on this earth! He lays on the ground and knows the experience of weakness beneath unfair burdens. He feels the powerlessness of wondering if he will ever be able to continue. He is pulled up and made to continue.
Reader: We adore you, O Christ, and we bless you.
All: Because by your holy cross
you have redeemed the world.
I stare at the weakness in his eyes.
I can look at his whole body and see the exhaustion.
As I behold him there on the ground,
being roughly pulled up,
I know forever how profoundly
he understands my fatigue and my defeats.
This is for me.
In grief and gratitude I want to let him remain there.
As I watch him stand again and gain an inner strength,
I accept his love
and express my thanks.
O, that blessed one, grief-laden,
blessed Mother, blessed Maiden,
Mother of the all-holy One