The First Station
Jesus is Condemned to Die
My Jesus, the world still has You on trial. It keeps asking who You are
and why You make the demands You make. It asks over and over the
question, If You are God's Son, why do You permit the world to be in the
state it is in? Why are You so silent?
Though the arrogance of the world angers me, I must admit that silently,
in the depths of my soul, I too have these questions. Your humility
frustrates me and makes me uncomfortable. Your strength before Pilate as
You drank deeply from the power of the Father, gives me the answer to my
question - The Father's Will. The Father permits many sufferings in my
life but it is all for my good. If only I too could be silent in the
face of worldly prudence - steadfast in the faith when all seems lost -
calm when accused unjustly - free from tyranny of human respect - ready
to do the Father's Will no matter how difficult.
Silent Jesus, give us all the graces we need to stand tall in the face
of the ridicule of the world. Give the poor the strength not to succumb
to their privation but to be ever aware of their dignity as sons of God.
Grant that we might not bend to the crippling disease of worldly glory
but be willing to be deprived of all things rather than lose Your
friendship. My Jesus, though we are accused daily of being fools, let
the vision of Quiet Dignity standing before Monstrous Injustice, give us
all the courage to be Your followers.