The women of Jerusalem, and their children, come out to comfort and thank him. They had seen his compassion and welcomed his words of healing and freedom. He had broken all kinds of social and religious conventions to connect with them. Now they are here to support him. He feels their grief. He suffers, knowing he can’t remain to help them more in this life. He knows the mystery of facing the separation of death.
Reader: We adore you, O Christ, and we bless you.
All: Because by your holy cross
you have redeemed the world.
I look at their faces.
So full of love and gratitude,
loss and fear.
I contemplate what words might have passed between them.
I remember all his tender, compassionate,
merciful love for me.
I place myself with these women and children to support him.
This is for me.
So, I let this scene stir up deep gratitude.
Saw the Lord’s anointed taken,
saw her Child in death forrsaken,
heard his last expiring cry.