The Stations of the Cross, also known as the Way of the Cross, is a devotion that encourages prayer and meditation on the path Jesus walked to his crucifixion. According to one tradition, the Virgin Mary may have been the first to retrace the steps of her Son’s Passion.
Fidelity to the Lord is measured not in the number or supposed grandeur of our deeds but in the conformity of our will to his. The grace of Mary is the grace to be bearer and handmaid of the Lord unto the end—and not according to a limited service contract of our own bargaining.
What does your Prayer life look like? Is it focused with reference or distracted? This Lent, I’ve given up using my phone during prayer as I noticed distraction setting into my sacred time set aside for the Lord. Rather than focusing on and conversing with God, I was getting caught up in other people’s thoughts and reflections.
It took me awhile to understand the grace of fasting and what a valuable tool it is to help sanctify my life. Fasting gives us new skins for the new wine of the kingdom of God.
This year I’m setting an intention for my Lenten journey for two individuals in my life that I love. I’m learning how my small sacrifices, done with intention, can be a spiritual gift for others. I’m being drawn towards the virtues of courage and generosity and a more active faith.
As we start our Lenten journey, where we focus on prayer, fasting and giving to reorder our lives towards God, prayer is foundational. This action orients our idol making hearts in the proper position where I know myself and stand firm in my gifts and let God be God. Like Psalm 1, we delight and hope in the Lord and by grace, given purity of heart:
As we read the Passion according to John, Jesus and his disciples have just finished the Last Supper. Now they walk along the streets of Jerusalem, pass through a gate in the city walls, cross a small valley, and begin ascending the slope of the Mount of Olives, where they plan to spend the night.
Their plans will be changed. In about an hour, Jesus will be arrested. In about 18 hours, he will be dead.
Some of us who are reading this page will die before the end of Lent. Most of us won’t. But one thing is certain: the day is coming when I shall die. How many hours, days, years do I have left?
There are two ways to think about this. One is to picture myself walking down a hill, gradually headed for the bottom where death awaits me. Another is to picture myself like a child in my mother’s womb, moving gradually towards birth into a new and broader life.
Deteriorating or developing?
These are two very different ways of looking at my death. More to the point, these are two very different ways of looking at my life on this earth.