As we contemplate the mysteries of Christ’s passion and cross, I offer you the words of a friend, who in this last year lost one of her young sons. She beautifully finds her place before the cross of Christ next to His Holy Mother Mary, who too is trying to understand the mystery in the death of her Son.
I can hold the facts that I have about her life in the palm of my small hand. Yet I know that this woman, this saint, was also just a mother who buried her young son. And on this Good Friday, this is all I need to know to understand her deeply. As my eyes are fixed on that Cross and my heart drifts to this mother, in this most sacred moment, I whisper to her the only simple words that I know to say, “Me too. Yes, me too.” [read her full post here]
Mary, in your weeping before the cross, pray for us, now and at the hour of our death.
Lord, on your cross, hear our prayers.