The Cross, source of freedom

The cross, source of freedom!

My friend, I have seen your suffering.

I know your misery.

Be with me in my suffering to be able to

Free yourself from yours.

My cross is your only Hope.

Live your suffering in depth with me and

Let yourself be loved.

Come and die with me in order to rise with me.

Let my love transform you.

Accept your cross and follow me.

 

Look at me, look at the cross.

Live your path of suffering with me.

This is the hour!

My time has come, someone will hand me over.

I cannot hide outside the city anymore.

My friend Judas is going to hand me over to death.

Father, you invite me to give my life for love.

May your Will be done!

 

I am afraid, I can't sleep anymore.

I am in anguish.

I must stay awake, fully awake for

 This moment where I can Give my life freely.

No one takes my life, but I give it away.

I must remain in prayer. I pray to my Father so that he

 give me the strength to go to the end of Love.

 

The fateful hour has arrived.

A kiss from Judas and suddenly

My strength returns to me: Who are you looking for?

I am Jesus, the one you are looking for.

Without a word, I let myself go.

 

My strength come from the love of my Father.

I know who I am. The beloved Son of the Father.

Betrayal, accusation, whipping,

spitting in the face, crown of thorns,

Mockery, the tearing of my tunic,

Nakedness, fragility, vulnerability,

Way of the cross, abasement, humiliation

Nails in my hands and feet,

Perforation of my side, intense thirst.

I am a man handed over, scorned, disfigured.

What suffering! What pain!

Father, forgive them for

They do not know what they are doing.

 

Whew! I can't take it anymore!

My God, My God, why have you abandoned me?

I look at Mom, what suffering in her eyes!

She stands at the foot of the cross with a mother ‘strength to

Accompany me to the end of my agony.

John, my friend, this is your mother.

Mother, this is your son.

I said: All is accomplished.

Father, I commit my spirit into your hands.

 

To my death,

I felt carried by Mary, my mother.

She went to the end of Love with me.

My mother did the Will of my Father.

She carried me to birth and death.

She loved me to the end.

Mary is also your mother, my friend.

She is with me, interceding for my people.

Make room for her in your heart and

Welcome her into your home.

 

Jesus, my sweet Jesus,

The silence of God is no longer silence.

It is a pure love, enveloping and soothing.

A love that liberates your whole being.

 

Jesus, give me a merciful heart and

 Help me to go to the end of love.

Help me to rise again in you!

 

Mary, my mother, walk with me on

My path of holiness.

Amen