Station 8 “Jesus consoles the weeping women”
But Jesus turned to them and said,
“Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for me,
but weep for yourselves and your children.
For the days are surely coming when they will say,
‘Blessed are the barren, and the wombs that never bore, and the breasts that never nursed.’
Then they will begin to say to the mountains,
‘Fall on us’, and to the hills, ‘Cover us’.
For if they do this when the wood is green,
what will happen when it is dry?”
You have picked yourself up again,
and with the last exertion of strength,
drag yourself to the place of the frightful crowning
of your already such frightful torment.
These are your last steps.
The pallor of death already covers your features,
and you would have been unrecognizable, did not your eyes still preach love.
The women who love you weep.
Those women heard in Jerusalem that you were being led to Calvary.
They hoped to see you once more, to greet you a final time.
They weep. For it was, indeed, a sight fit for tears.
The grief of Jesus strikes them speechless and brings tears to their eyes,
because Jesus, their benefactor, the beloved of their believing hearts,
has been so cruelly mistreated
in order shortly to undergo even more appalling mistreatment.
Jesus sees their tears.
Although himself, the prey of the most extreme grief,
he wants to comfort those women. —
Even though your suffering brings tears to my eyes, O good Jesus,
I must acknowledge that it was my sins
which caused you to be so cruelly mistreated
and I must weep because I was the cause of your suffering.
O Jesus, let me weep for myself,
for the dry wood that deserved to be cast into the fire and consumed.
Give new life to the dry wood by grafting it on the wood of the cross.
United with you, O Jesus, let me follow your way of the cross, repentant.