The Seventh and Eighth Stations of the Cross

March 27, 2018

Food for Thought

Meditate slowly on the stations seven and eight.

The Seventh Station

Again, under the weight of the cross Jesus falls to the pavement. His pain and suffering we cannot fathom.

My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going.

I do not see the road ahead of me.

I cannot know for certain where it will end.

Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that

I think I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so.

But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you.

And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing.

I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire.

And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road

though I may know nothing about it.

Therefore, will I trust you always

though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death.

I will not fear, for you are ever with me,

and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.

~Thomas Merton, 1915 – 1968, Thoughts in Solitude

The Eighth Station

A great crowd of people followed Him, including women who beat their breasts and lamented over Him. Jesus turned to them and said, “Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for me. Weep for yourselves and for your children.”          

Lord, human love helps me to understand divine love.

Human love at its best, unselfish, glowing, illuminating our days,

gives us a glimpse of the love of God for man.

Love is the best thing we can know in this life,

but it must be sustained by an effort of the will.

It must lie still and quiet, dull and smoldering, for periods.

It grows through suffering and patience and compassion.

We must suffer for those we love,

we must endure their traits and their suffering,

we must even take upon ourselves the penalties due their sins.

Thus we learn to understand the love of God for His creatures.

Thus we understand the crucifixion.

~Dorothy Day, 1897 – 1980, From Union Square to Rome, Published by the Preservation of the Faith Press, 1938


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I am a wife to my husband Dave and mother to my children Courtney and Gabe. I have a degree in education and have worked as a teacher, in advertising, radio, retail buyer and in youth advocacy – I even rode an elephant in the circus once! I am a “cradle” Catholic who didn’t really know my faith until my adulthood. On fire with my faith and love for God I dove into parish life at Divine Mercy Catholic Church in Faribault, Minnesota. Once I dove in, I began to realized I needed to learn how to swim! Patient priests and friends as well as the Archbishop Harry J. Flynn Catechetical Institute helped me to learn the strokes. I love talking about my faith and learning more about the great gift of being Catholic. Find me at

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