The 2nd Station: Jesus Accepts the Cross

II. Jesus Accepts the Cross

We adore you, O Christ, and we bless you,
because by your holy cross, you have redeemed the world.

For our sakes, the son is offered;
Unto us a child was born,
government upon his shoulder,
on his head a crown of thorn.

This was meant from the beginning,
this acceptance of his death.
This the glory of his winning,
carried to his final breath.

Thus he takes the weight laid on him:
all the sorrows of the world,
all the woundings we had chosen,
all creation bruised and torn.

See the strength of God perfected
in the weakness of the Christ,
prince of peace we have rejected,
spotless lamb now sacrificed.

Now he bows in his acceptance
of the weight that had been ours.
With the meek, he, too, is blessèd;
now the kingdom shall be theirs.

For the reign of God is mercy;
for his government is love,
rivers flowing for the thirsty,
manna poured out from above.

Holy God, Holy Mighty One, Holy Immortal One,
have mercy on us.

By El Greco – [2], Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=12531415

Desert Hunger

The Spirit drove Jesus out into the desert,
and he remained in the desert for forty days,
tempted by Satan.
He was among wild beasts,
and the angels ministered to him.
Mark 1:12-15

You came up out of the water,
saw the holy dove come down,
heard the blessing of the Father:
Teach us how to hear that sound.
Draw us up out of the Jordan;
send us dripping to the waste.
As we sit there with our hunger,
send us manna, sweet to taste.

You were driven by the Spirit;
we're the servants of our need.
Jesus, help us not to fear it:
Bless the stones we have to eat.
We are driven; we are scheming;
we are shamed in our defeat.
Help us wrestle with the demons
in the shock of our retreat.

Lord, we want to sit beside you,
forty nights and forty days.
As the tempter came to find you,
come and find us when we stray.
We are hungry; we are thirsty;
we are wounded in our souls.
Flood the desert with your mercy:
Fill us up and make us whole.

Christ in the Wilderness by Ivan Kramskoy, 1872 – Google Cultural Center, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=38344996

The 1st Station: Jesus Is Condemned

We adore you, O Christ, and we bless you,
because by your holy cross, you have redeemed the world.

“Behold the man!” So Pilate cries;
we turn and lift our jaded eyes
to look upon our king
now crowned with thorn, condemned to die.
We hail him, shouting, “Crucify
the maker of all things!

“No king but Caesar will we have,
no heaven but an open grave.
Barabbas shall go free!”
The ancient yoke we have cast off:
Christ bows his head to show his love.
The Pasch he shall complete.

He goes as prophets had foretold,
the road before him from of old.
He goes, the Great Amen.
And we, the lambs his arm enfolds,
the people that his might upholds,
will wash our hands again.

Holy God, Holy Mighty One, Holy Immortal One,
have mercy on us.

By Antonio Ciseri – http://www.most-famous-paintings.org/Ecce-Homo-large.html, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=10356430 By Antonio Ciseri – http://www.most-famous-paintings.org/Ecce-Homo-large.html, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=10356430

Rend Your Hearts

Year after year my heart I've rent;
day after day again.
Relent, O God! Will you relent?
I wither until then.

How can this heart of stone still feel?
For look: It bleeds like flesh.
Can you restore?  Can you yet heal
what rushes on toward death?

But if you can, then heal my heart,
you who have seen its wounds.
Make me unstained as at my start,
who make the lepers new.

Wash me with hyssop, purging me;
pour rivers through my soul.
If you will cleanse me, I am clean—
Let Jordan's waters roll.

And when in silence I am come,
finding that farther shore,
finish the work you have begun.
Bring stone to life once more!

For now I make my whispered plea
amid the dust and noise:
Renew the heart that beats in me!
Give back salvation's joys!

Auchencar standing stone with farm in background By © User:Colin / Wikimedia Commons, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=26698896

Ash Wednesday

Now is the desert yawning

where you have led our steps;

now is the dim-lit dawning

showing the days far-spent.



Oh, could I tear my garments,

could some repentance show!

How can I rend what's hardened?

How can I mend this stone?



Teach me to count the moments,

each one a fading breath:

Finite I then shall know them,

reckon the days 'til death.



Visit me, Lord, in secret.

Though my left hand is blind,

all of my sins, you see them:

See where I would go right.



Teach me to know me guilty;

show me my hidden schemes.

Wash me then with your hyssop;

clease me, and I am clean.



Bring me through fire and water,

long though the road may be.

Make us a way, O Father:

Make all our stone hearts beat.

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Ash Wednesday by Carl Spitzweg: the end of Carnival

By Carl Spitzweg – The Yorck Project (2002) 10.000 Meisterwerke der Malerei (DVD-ROM), distributed by DIRECTMEDIA Publishing GmbH. ISBN: 3936122202., Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=159077

Feast

Christ, who made creation's harvest,

formed the riches of the seas,

take the little we have brought you:

Give it for the least of these.



Let our bread become a banquet,

loaves and fish a lordly feast

filling us with more than fragments:

Every hunger is relieved.



Look upon us with compassion

in our daily need for bread.

Crumbs would give us satusfaction,

yet you set a feast instead:



Goodly measures, packed together,

shaken down and running o'er,

every morsel mercy's treasure

dropping from your hand, O Lord.



Not to us or to our labors,

but to your abundance, thanks.

Now for us and for our neighbors,

take our off'rings in your hands.



Not to us you give your blessing,

but to all who hunger sore,

filling every hand that's empty,

overflowing more and more.

Milagre da “Multiplicação dos pães e peixes” (Mateus 14:13-21; Marcos 6:31-34; Lucas 9:10-17; João 6:5-15). Photo By © José Luiz Bernardes Ribeiro, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=16833907

Unclean

A leper came to Jesus and kneeling down begged him and said,
“If you wish, you can make me clean.”
Moved with pity, he stretched out his hand,
touched him, and said to him,
“I do will it. Be made clean.”
The leprosy left him immediately, and he was made clean.
Mark 1:40-45

To the tune FINLANDIA:

Look down, O God, on all befouled and cast off,

on all who slink and strive to go unseen,

on all who pass in shadows and through backdoors,

on all who hide and know themselves unclean.

Look down and see, who knows what I would ask for,

yet if you wish it, you can make me clean.



You know my need, who bore it in your body,

and my desire, much as I might deny:

I would be seen, but who would see me worthy?

I would be known; from being known, I fly.

I would be loved, but, Lord, I am not lovely.

O Son of David, do not pass me by!



But if you will, O Christ, if you desire it,

then you can heal this wounded, wayward heart.

Though hidden deep, yet you can seek and find it

and bring it home, though I would dwell apart.

Though strong its chains, yet you can still unbind it

and make it whole, though I have only shards.



O tender Lord and shepherd of the broken,

who searches out the lost in every land,

you call my name—I cannot hear it spoken;

then reach for me with healing in your hands.

Now spit in dust, and bid me to be opened,

and touch my tongue to sing your praise again.

Niels Larsen Stevns: Helbredelsen af den spedalske,Healing of the Leper – Own work (Own photo)(Skovgaard Museum, Viborg, Denmark), Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=1430117 OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Broken Cisterns 2

A re-write of this:

We set out for our Edens;

we thought we knew the way,

but shimmers in the distance

have tempted us to stray.

Still, Lord, we were insistent

that you would bless our days:

We dug these broken cisterns,

then knelt and prayed for rain.



You opened up the heavens,

poured water through our hands,

but all that we collected

ran off into the sands.

We thought that you would bless us

and sanctify our plans,

but, God, our wells are empty,

and thirsty still we stand.



But you know well the desert--

through forty days and nights

you let yourself be tempted.

You know our tears and sighs.

And you have felt our yearnings,

our hungers and our drives--

then may we feel your mercy.

O Mercy, hear our cry!



Take all our broken cisterns

and make them sound and whole.

Our locust-eaten vistas

in you can be restored.

Our empty wells transfigure;

redeem our hungry souls

to hold the good you've given:
Pour out your grace once more!

Broken Cisterns

Two evils my people have done:
they have forsaken me, the source of living waters;
They have dug themselves cisterns,
broken cisterns that cannot hold water.
Jeremiah 2:13

We walked the desert distance

in search of welcome lands,

but dug these broken cisterns,

like graves, with our own hands.

We chased our own insistence

that shimmered on the sands:

Now we are trapped and twisted

in thirst that never ends.



Make haste, O loving Father,

to seek us ere we die,

your wayward sons and daughters

who flee your gentle eye.

We turned from what you offered,

yet, Mercy, hear our cry:

Pour out your living water,

for, oh! our hearts are dry!



Though what we dug was broken,

yet you can make it whole;

the years lost to the locust

in you can be restored.

Redeem our slipshod workings;

our wasted days transform:

Let them, too, hold your goodness:

Pour out your grace, O Lord!

Remains of a Nabataean cistern north of Makhtesh Ramon, southern IsraelBy Wilson44691 – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=18792763

Empty Hands

After making the crossing to the other side of the sea,
Jesus and his disciples came to land at Gennesaret
and tied up there.
As they were leaving the boat, people immediately recognized him.
They scurried about the surrounding country
and began to bring in the sick on mats
to wherever they heard he was.
Whatever villages or towns or countryside he entered,
they laid the sick in the marketplaces
and begged him that they might touch only the tassel on his cloak;
and as many as touched it were healed.
Mark 6:53-56

You came from distant glory

to walk upon our shore.

In city or in country,

we scramble to come forward,

for if your shadow touch me

it mends what I have rent,

and what do you ask of me

but only to repent?



You crossed the seas from heaven

and landed on our sands

to tell us of forgiveness,

a kingdom close at hand.

I come to you with nothing

to beg your grace, O Christ—

and you accept the offer,

for nothing could suffice.



I cannot work you wonders—

such powers I hold not.

I cannot speak like thunder

or seek and save the lost.

My hands are weak and empty,

without a gleam of gold,

but when you pass they stretch toward

the tassel of your robe.