Mary, my Mother, you were the first to live the Way of the Cross.
You felt every pain and every humiliation.
You were unafraid of the ridicule heaped upon you by the crowds.
Your eyes were ever on Jesus and His Pain.
Is that the secret of your miraculous strength?
How did your loving heart bear such a burden and such a weight?
As you watched Him stumble and fall, were you tortured by the memory of all the yesterdays- His birth, His hidden life and His ministry?
You were so desirous of everyone loving Him.
What a heartache it was to see so many hate Him – hate with a diabolical fury.
Take my hand as I make this Way of the Cross.
Inspire me with those thoughts that will make me realize how much He loves me.