Passion

Journey to Golgotha

Portion from the book: "I will open a way in the desert"..
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The passion continued and seemed not to have finer: after the terrible flagellation and condemnation, behold the journey to Golgotha. The cross was heavy, a man in health would take it, but I was exhausted.
The flesh battered unleashed pain, pain and sorrow. The crown of thorns rammed on Cape gave no truce. The head was close by its claws; its deep stings martyred him.
In that state the weight of the cross was unsustainable and barely able to drag with superhuman efforts my poor body.

How much the crowd of people to the wings of my passage, the soldiers of the escort did labors to restrain? The majority, however, were those who wanted my death and for them the feast was begun.
There was no movement of piety that being bloodied that proceeded with difficulty, indeed the most sought to hit me with sticks and fists.
Hatred blinded minds and Evil triumphed in that disturbs, ignoring the soldiery proceeded and I urged brutally in my gait. For them there was only one task to carry out in the shortest possible time.

Where were all those who had received the benefit from my thanks? Someone was there with many other ready to blame me.
What they had done and what was my fault? Was sounded the hour of evil and I was the sacrificial victim on which download everything possible.
Even on the beasts ever no oppressor has downloaded such cruelty, so the hatred pleased of suffering and little matter of innocence.
At that moment I was left alone with the mind shocked by the pain.

Exhausted I was overwhelmed by the heavy cross, so pain was added to the pain along that path that seemed should not never finish.
Brutally soldiery I did raise because the journey needed to continue. Up there at the top I had to be sacrificed so that everything had been completed.
I paid about me your sins and I have donated, for those who believe, eternal life.

Prayer

Lord Jesus, the weight of the cross made you fall to the ground. The weight of our sin, the weight of our pride laid on me. But your fall is not a sign of an adverse fate, is not a pure and simple weakness of who is trampled. Some wanted to come to meet us that, for our pride, we lied. The pride of thinking that we are able to produce the man has meant that men have become a sort of goods to be bought and sold, that are as a reservoir of material for our experiments, with which we hope to overcome by ourselves death, while, in truth, we do not profoundly debasing the dignity of man. Lord help us because we have fallen. Help us to abandon our destructive pride and, by learning from your humility, to be raised again.

From the book of the Prophet Isaiah.

(Isa. 53, 4-6)

Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions, bruised for our iniquities. The chastisement fell on him; and with his wounds we are healed. All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned everyone to his own way; and the Lord has laid on him the iniquity of us all.

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