My Jesus, it was with deep grief that Mary finally took You into her arms and saw all the wounds sin had inflicted upon You.
Mary Magdalene looked upon Your dead Body with horror.
Nicodemus, the man so full of human respect, who came to You by night, suddenly received the courage to help Joseph take you down from the Cross.
You are once more surrounded by only a few followers.
When loneliness and failure cross my path, let me think of this lonely moment and this total failure – failure in the eyes of men.