Way Of The Cross
7. Jesus Falls The Second Time
Again Christ falls! He grows weaker. The
journey up the winding hill seems endless.
He moves on silently. Each step tells His
love for me. Every thought is a prayer that
I may learn the lesson of the passion.
May I have the courage to choose the path
that He lays out for meóthe path of self-restraint,
the path of resistance to excessive pleasure,
the path of loving service, the path of sympathy
with those who stagger along the way.
May I prove worthy to follow
in the footsteps
of my Lord and King.
8. Jesus Consoles the Women of Jerusalem
What a picture of greatness! The exhausted
Christ! The weary, bleeding, footsore Christ!
The parched and fevered lips of the gentle
Prisoner, whisper words of strength and comfort
to the weeping women by the roadside!
What a sacrament of consolation must have
touched the hearts of those women, through
the words uttered by Him whose love was washing
away the sins of the world!
And I, how little I do when I am suffering!
I am so absorbed in myself that I have not
eyes to see the strugglers at my side, nor
ears to hear the cry of those in distress.
When success smiles upon me and my prospects
brighten, how rarely I look around for hearts
that are discouraged, and for those whose
lights are burning low!
My God, shall I ever resemble You?
9. Jesus Falls the Third Time
The dear Victim is dying, little by little,
as He staggers up the rugged road. His strength
is nearly spent. He is jostled by the crowd,
urged to move on a little faster, and He
hastens on! What a sight! What a lesson to
me who am always so eager to do my will.
How quick I am to resent being treated with
lack of respect and courtesy! How quick and
sharp are my words when things go contrary
to my liking!
Here before me is the Lord of creation, scorned,
despised, treat ignominiously. Not only does
He not reply, but there is no resentment,
no bitterness in His soul! He bids me pattern
myself after Him. If He so bids me, it must
be possible. Since He does so much for me,
am I not eager to try to please Him and to
become like Him?
Gracious King, accept the allegiance of my
10. Jesus is Stripped of His Garments
What had Christ left that could be taken
from Him? His honor, His reputation, His
characteróeverything had been snatched from
Him by the hand of injustice and calumny!
A few bits of bloodstained, tattered garments
were all that remained to the greed of the
I shall never be as destitute as Christ,.
No, I shall never have that honor, but I
may lose possessions, I may lose friends.
My honor, which I cherish beyond all words
to express, may be blasted by a malicious
What am I going to do then?
Am I going to allow the loss of material
things to impoverish my soul?
Shall I allow the insincerity of friends
to dry u the love-wells of my heart?
Shall I permit slander to make havoc in my
soul? Oh, no!
May I rather gain through loss, than to allow
these temporal wrongs to cheat me of resemblance
to my Savior.
11. Jesus is Nailed to the Cross
Nailed! Hands and feet! He is burning with
fever! His head is swollen with pain! The
noise about Him sets every nerve in agony.
The rough handling of the cross with the
mangled body of my Lord upon it, is anguish
My Lord is enduring this for me!
Great God, who am I?
Just a few yards off, two thieves are facing
death. In a little while they will have the
honor to be close to Christ. One a picture
of success, the other an absolute failure!
Both will look into the face of Christ! Both
will hear His dying words of love and of
One dies a saint.
The other enters eternity unrepentant.
One accepts the grace offered by the dying
The other turns from it and pays no heed.
How close to Christ I, too, have been! What
graces He has showered on me! Long ago could
I have been a saint, had I but used His manifold
Dearest Lord, forgive my squandered life.
May I begin today to serve You with all my
12. Jesus Dies on the Cross
My God, my Friend is dying! The blood has
ceased to drop from His sacred hands. His
feet are purple from the weight upon them.
His exquisite face is contorted from pain.
I must draw closer to the cross. My Godís
lips are moving as if in prayer. He is begging
forgiveness for those who have treated Him
unjustly! His beautiful eyes, blood-shot
and heavy, seek His Mother. Would that they
might rest upon me for just an instant! Could
I but tell Him of my love! He says He thirsts!
Oh, that I might quench His thirst and cool
His burning lips! But no. It is not thirst
for drink, it is thirst for souls!
My God, here is my soul. I consecrate
to You forever. Accept me with
all I have.
May I rescue souls for You. May
this burning thirst and ease
the weight of
sin that presses down on my God.
Christ, my King is dead!
My Lord has sacrificed His life for me!
And I! Shall I not sacrifice
my life for
13. Jesus is Taken Down From the CrossThe beautiful Woman! The silent Mother! What
anguish in that heart! What a magnificent
picture of sorrow! What exquisite work has
been accomplished in that perfect soul through
Silently I draw close to this
Mother and in the gloom and darkness
I whisper my love and veneration.
She smiles at me! A smile so
like Her Sonís!
It gives me courage to follow
Her to that
garden wherein there is a sepulchre.
Christ is being carried there.
I shall stay close to His Mother
and to Him
unto the end.
14. Jesus is Laid in the Tomb
Christís sufferings are over. The cross has
accomplished the work of expiating my sins
and those of all the world. The great lesson
of suffering has been taught by Him who knew
There is no sanctity without the cross.
Sanctity is the climax of success.
The cross-bearer holds the most exalted position
in the world.
Let us shoulder our crosses with
Let us bow our heads in submission
burdens of duty.
Let us walk steadfastly, knowing
end is not far-distant.
There is ONE who travels with
us. He knows
the weight of sorrows.
His companionship is our strength
May He be our Friend forever.
J. S. E., Vine and Branch, New York: The
Devin-Adair Company, 1918. Nihil Obstat,