The Fourteenth Station — Jesus is carried to the tomb

March 28, 2018

We invite you to quiet yourself and enter into peaceful, prayerful state. Read Blessed Titus Brandsma’s reflection on Albert Servaes’ Fourteenth Station of the Cross. Brandsma’s sincere sorrow and love shine through these meditations, the portent of his own Christ-like passion and death at Dachau. Using the question(s) at the end of each reflection, Allow Titus’ words to inspire your own authentic prayer and meditation.
This sad final walk. Christ, my Lord and God, is carried to the grave, removed from the land of the living. Soon the stone will close off the tomb, and Jesus is no more, or so his enemies think. They grant him a handsome tomb, as long as he is dead and buried, as long as he is gone and removed from sight. Then he will soon be mentioned no more. The tomb will be his deepest humiliation.

Oh, when we think of being lowered into the grave, we shudder at that annihilation. But God, become man for our sake, being carried to the grave: that carries annihilation so far that we can form no idea of it. Was it then not enough that you should have died the most shameful of deaths, undergone the most cruel tortures, annihilated yourself totally? Should not your profound humiliation have changed that very instant into the splendor of the resurrection? You did not will it so. O sad walk of your friends! Yes, they hoped for the resurrection, they could not believe that it was all over with you. But their faith was being severely tested, and they truly had need of your grace, O God, to behold that body being carried to the grave the dead God-Man.

Mary, your beloved mother, is their strength and support. She does not waver, although the sharp sword of sorrow pierces her soul. She shares in your humiliation, she weeps over your destruction, but she awaits your resurrection. Her courage and trust support the others. Weeping, but not without hope, they go their sorrowful way to the tomb. Soon they will wrap the sacred body in the white shroud with which they carry it to the tomb. It is all they can get you to take to the grave, which will be a witness to their love.

O holy shroud, on which the lines of that broken body remain impressed, and even today, allows us to behold the figure of the Savior. Oh Jesus, let my soul also be a shroud in which you are laid to rest. May the image of the Lord also be inscribed on it, so that I will always remember how Jesus loves me.
“Weeping but not without hope” how will you wait for Jesus’ resurrection today?

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