Cross station14

Cross station14

My Jesus, You were laid to rest in a stranger’s tomb.

You were born with nothing of this world’s goods and You died detached from everything.

When You came into the world, men slept and angels sang and now as You leave it, Creation is silent and only a few weep.

Both events were clothed in obscurity.

The majority of men live in such a way.

Most of us live and die knowing and known by only a few.

Were You trying to tell us, dear Jesus, how very important our lives are just because we are accomplishing the Father’s Will?