Most booklets on the Stations of the Cross stop at the Fourteenth Station.
That is fine for Lent.
But then we move on to Easter. We set our eyes on Pentecost. We forget about the number 15.
Like the two from Emmaus, we may be weighed down by recent events. Our lives aren’t going quite as planned. Perhaps we aren’t looking down at all. Maybe our eyes aren’t on the ground because we are busy looking at the future, and it doesn’t look all that hopeful either.
The Cross is evergreen. It just doesn’t go away.
The Liturgy would have us praising God, but our lives have us stuck at the 14th Station.
If I could transport you to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem and take you into the 14th Station of the Cross, I would.
We would duck our heads to enter, passing the candles flickering to our right and to our left, into the room where the angels stood guard, and then into the room where the Lord of Life was placed. It was supposed to be over then. Everyone went home. The stone was rolled over the entrance and sealed. End of story.
Perhaps that’s how it feels to you. You can’t seem to pop out of Lent.
Your feet will be thinking about all the Stations we just visited. You will have genuflected 14 times.
But I have news for you.
This 14th Station is also the 15th Station.
Jesus rises from the dead.
This cross that you are carrying today, the one that seems to stay and stay, like an evergreen tree that never changes seasons …
It will not last. It cannot last.
There is no cross that He has not overcome, broken, and fashioned into a new story.
Your cross will not have the last word. Jesus has already spoken the final word. Behold my hands and side. Wounds remain. But victory is sure.
I am in the final weeks of counseling for post traumatic stress due to an old memory. I was raped many years ago, and I thought it was done. It all came back around like a snake with a really venomous bite.
I have cried out to my Mother to crush the head of this thing. And it is dying, slowly. I have felt Our Mother’s Mantle and heard her calling.
It is Easter, Denise. Get out of that Tomb.
Wounds will stay. That’s okay.
But the proclamation of the Lord’s work is still needed. So many wait to hear it. Why are you hanging around the Tomb? Why are you stuck at the Fourteenth Station? The Fifteenth Station is now. And the Lord of the final station has told you to go to Galilee.
He will send you out to heal the nations, those who have been wounded like you.
Get going. He is waiting to heal and to send.