Thirteenth Station: The body of Jesus is placed in the arms of his Mother
A Reading from the book of Lamentations
For these things I weep; my eyes flow with tears;
for a comforter is far from me, one to revive my courage;
my children are desolate, for the enemy has prevailed.
Meditation from St. Augustine of Hippo
And so, brethren, in this life we are pilgrims;
We sign in faith for our true country which we are unsure about.
Why do we not know the country whose citizens we are?
Because we have wandered so far away that we have forgotten it.
But the Lord Christ, the king of that land, came down to us,
and drove forgetfulness from our heart.
God took to himself our flesh so that he might be our way back.
We go forward through his humanity so that we may be with him forever in his Divinity.
Do not look for any path to him except himself; for if he had not vouchsafed to be the way, we could never have found the path.
I do not tell you to look for the way – the way has come to you: arise and walk.
You are not walking on the lake like Peter, but on another sea, for this world is a sea:
Trials its waves, temptations its storms, and men devouring each other as fishes do.
Don’t be afraid, step out stoutly lest you sink.
When the gale blows and the waves rise,
and your weakness makes you fear you will be lost, cry out,
‘Lord, I am sinking,’ and he who bade you walk will not let you perish.
Holy God, Holy and mighty, Holy immortal one, have mercy upon us.