(The ninth in a series of posts praying the Stations of the Cross...begin here and then follow along each day.)
There is an utter weariness in the Holy Face drooping like a tired flower back to the breast of the earth. Eyes and mouth have not the strength to close, so complete is the exhaustion of the Master. Only the will to sacrifice remains in vigor, and that will endures because its strength is nourished by Love Divine.
Jesus, somewhere along the road ahead, a last disappointing failure may be waiting for me, a last moment of bodily weariness, perhaps a last moment of moral weariness. Jesus, on my bodily and spiritual infirmities have mercy, remembering your own last fall.
Blessed Mother, pity the tired ones of the world.
(From The Holy Face in the Way of the Cross with etchings by Hippolyte Lazerges and reflections by Father Page, C.S.C. aka Fr. Gerald Fitzgerald, sP, the founder of the Handmaids of the Precious Blood, published by the St. Columban's Fathers Foreign Mission Society)