Station 9 “Jesus falls the third time”
It is good for one to bear
the yoke in youth,
to sit alone in silence
when the Lord has imposed it,
to put one’s mouth to the dust, to give one’s cheek to the smiter, and be filled with insults.
For the Lord will not reject forever. Although he causes grieve,
he will have compassion according to the abundance
of his steadfast love;
you have arrived but, alas, at the cost of your last strength.
The journey is over; exhausted, you fall full length upon the ground.
You have sacrificed your very last ounce of strength for us.
Now you lie flat on the ground.
Helpless, your once string arm lies limp beside your body,
unable to hold your loose garments about you.
Half naked, you lie helpless on the ground.
Your enemies must have feared that they had overtaxed your strength,
so helpless and, as though dead, you lie at their feet.
They still have no pity, and a cruel pleasure gleams in their eyes
when they notice that you are still alive.
In the Garden of Olives the fear of death cast you down,
and your blood stained the ground.
Here reality has taken the last drops of your blood moisten the ground. —
My God, my God, how profoundly you are humbled,
now that you lie there like prey, which is allowed to rest a moment,
only to be fallen on with all the grimmer rage.
I cannot bear to see you thus. Are you not my God?
Yes, truly it requires faith to see God in you.
Did your humiliation have to go so far as to submerge all sign of majesty?