Jesus’ path takes him to a powerful source of his strength to continue. All his life, his mother had taught him the meaning of the words, “Behold, the handmaid of the Lord.” Now they look into each other’s eyes. How pierced-through her heart must be! How pained he must be to see her tears! Now, her grace-filled smile blesses his mission and stirs his heart to its depth. Love and trust in God bind them together.
Reader: We adore you, O Christ, and we bless you.
All: Because by your holy cross
you have redeemed the world.
As I watch them in this place along the way,
I contemplate the mystery of love’s power to give strength.
She knows the sorrow in every mother’s heart,
who has lost a child to tragedy or violence.
I look at the two of them very carefully,
and long for such love and such peace.
This is for me.
Such incredible freedom.
The availability of a servant.
I find the words to express what is in my heart.
O that silent, ceaseless mourning,
O those dim eyes, never turning
from that wondrous, suffering Son.