THIRD STATION
JESUS FALLS THE FIRST TIME
† We adore You, O Christ, and we praise You because by Your holy cross, You have redeemed the world.
I
suffer,
without any sorrow for My pain from the mob! As I walk, there is not
a single one of the mob who feels pity towards Me. I am surrounded by
hungry wolves, wanting to devour their prey… All of the demons came out of
hell to compound My suffering.
The
fatigue that I feel is so great and the Cross is so heavy, that I fell half-way
there. In the most brutal manner, the soldiers forced Me to lift up the
Cross. One soldier takes Me by the arm; another soldier pulls My clothes
that are stuck to My wounds, tearing them open again… Yet another soldier
grabs Me by the neck, another by the hair. A number of soldiers hit Me
with their fists and others kick Me with terrible blows all over My Body.
The Cross falls over Me and with its weight causes new wounds. My face is
forced down into the stones of the path. Blood runs down My face and it
sticks to My eyes which are almost closed. The blows I have received are
causing My eyes to be swollen. The dust and the mud mingle with the Blood
and I am turned into the most repugnant person.
†
Jesus,
most obedient, meek and humble of heart, have mercy on us.