Welcome to the Stations of the Cross digital experience
Join us as we journey through Jesus' final days through spoken word, contemplative music, and a variety of artwork. We'll add another video each day, from March 17 to March 31, 2024.
Special Thanks To:
- Fred Hafer, reader
- Pat Brown, reader
- Jaebon Hwang, organist
- Kevin Miller, videographer & editor
Words: Paul Claudel (1868-1955); Translated by the Rev. John J. Burke
Music: Le Chemin de la Croix by Marcel Dupré (1886-1971)
Station 1: Jesus is Condemned to Death
The end. And God by us is judged and sent to death.
We wish no more of Jesus Christ. He vexes us.
Our only king is Caesar; gold and blood our law.
Kill Him, if such your will, but free our sight of Him.
Kill Him! So much the worse for Him. If one must die,
Barabbas set thou free, but crucify the Christ.
On the high judgment-place Pilate the ruler sits.
"Speakest Thou not?" he cries. But Jesus answers naught.
Then to the crowd: "In Him I find no wrong: yet, bah!
He dies since you persist. I yield. Behold the man!"
Behold Him, clothed in purple, crowned with piercing thorns.
His blood-stained, tearful eyes meet ours in one last plea.
What can we do? We cannot keep Him with us now,
A scandal to His own; a folly unto us.
Sentence is passed; 'tis writ in Hebrew, Latin, Greek —
The crowd still shouts; the judge still washes clean his hands.
Special Thanks To: Fred Hafer, reader
Art, in order of appearance:
- The Fisherman; Artist: Kevin Miller
- Life of Christ: Christ before Pilate; Credit: Cleveland Museum of Art
- Expressions of Emotion (Hate or Jealousy, Anger, Desire, Physical Pain) from Encyclopedie; Artist: A.J. Defehrt; Credit: The Art Institute of Chicago
- Christ with Pilate; Artist: Dominique Papety; Credit: The Art Institute of Chicago, Gift of David and Constance Yates
- Photograph; Photographer unknown, from FUMCSD Holy Lands trip
Station 2: Jesus Receives His Cross
They clothe Him once again. To Him the cross is brought.
"All hail", cries Jesus Christ, "Long have I longed for thee."
O see, my soul, and fear! Pregnant the solemn hour
When the eternal wood first pressed the Son of God.
Then Eden's tree full-grown bore fruit in Paradise.
Behold, O sinful soul, the end thy sin has served.
God triumphs over crime; on every cross hangs Christ.
The sin of man is great; but we are silent, mute.
Heaven's conquering God debates not, but fulfills.
Jesus accepts the cross as we receive Himself.
As Jeremiah said we give Him wood for food.
How huge that awful cross; how cumbersome and large;
Unyielding, painful, hard, a senseless sinner's weight.
To bear it step by step till one shall die thereon!
Dost Thou go forth to bear it, Saviour Christ, alone?
With patience may I bear what share Thou givest me.
Each one must bear the cross ere cross his comfort be.
Special Thanks To: Fred Hafer, reader
Art, in order of appearance:
- Christ Carrying the Cross; Artist: Hans Leonhard Schäufelein; Credit: Artvee
- Photograph; Photographer unknown, from FUMCSD Holy Lands trip
- Photograph; Photographer unknown, from FUMCSD Holy Lands trip
- Christ Carrying the Cross; Bavarian 15th Century artist; Credit: Art Institute of Chicago, Clarence Buckingham Collection
- The Carrying of the Cross; Artist: Giovanni Battista Piranesi; Credit: National Gallery of Art, Gift of Mrs. Rudolf J. Heinemann and an Anonymous Donor
- Christ Carrying the Cross; Italian 16th Century artist; Credit: National Gallery of Art, Pepita Milmore Memorial Fund
Station 3: Jesus Falls for the First Time
He lingers not but presses on to Calvary's height,
At once the victim and the executioner.
Then God, stricken in swift collapse, falters and falls.
What sayest Thou, O Lord, at this Thy primal fall?
And as Thou knowest it, what thoughts arise within,
When thus sin hurls its evil weight on helpless Thee?
What answer gives the ground which Thou Thyself hast made?
Other than virtue's path uneven is and hard.
Roughened is evil's way with windings treacherous.
Each turning must be made; each special roughness met.
The foot will often fail, though heart may persevere.
By Thy most holy knees whose weakness caused Thy fall,
By Thy heart straightened at the fearful way,
O Lord, by snare that trapped Thee and by earth that stung,
Save me from that first sin that takes one by surprise.
Special Thanks To: Fred Hafer, reader
Art, in order of appearance:
- Christ Falls Under the Cross; Artist: Girolamo Starace; Credit: The Met, Purchase – David L. Klein Jr. Memorial Foundation Inc. Gift, 1986
- Photograph; Photographer unknown, from FUMCSD Holy Lands trip
- Roughened is evil’s way with windings treacherous; Artist: Sandi Whitaker
- Christ Carrying the Cross; Artist: Luis De Morales; Credit: Artvee
- Station of the Cross No. 3: “Jesus Falls the First Time”; Artist: William Herbert; Credit: National Gallery of Art, Index of American Design
- Photograph; Photographer unknown, from FUMCSD Holy Lands trip
Station 4: Jesus Meets His Mother
Mothers, who saw in death your first and only born,
Recall that night, the infant's last — his helpless groans,
The water he refused, the ice, the rising pulse,
And death advancing now with final surety.
Put on again his tiny shoes, his little clothes,
From thee he will be taken back to earth again.
Farewell, my infant sweet, and life of my own self.
This station fourth is Mary who accepts in full.
She waits for Him, the richness of all poverty.
The tears dim not her eyes; parched is her mouth.
In silence absolute she looks at Him Who comes.
Her heart accepts; accepts again. The cry is crushed
Nor slightest utterance finds in her strong heart.
She utters not one word. Her eyes are fixed on Christ.
The mother sees her Son; the Church her Saviour true.
To Him her spirit speeds — a dying soldier's cry.
Before the eyes of God she opens her whole soul.
No part of it refusal knows nor drawing back.
And every fibre pierced, transfixed, accepts; consents.
As God is here in Will divine, so is her will.
Her heart accepts. She sees the Child her womb brought forth.
In holy silence now she sees the Saint of Saints.
Special Thanks To: Pat Brown, reader
Art, in order of appearance:
- Saint Veronica; Artist: Hans Memling; Credit: National Gallery of Art, Samuel H. Kress Collection
- Retablo; Artist: Margery Parish; Credit: National Gallery of Art, Index of American Design
- Station of the Cross No. 6: “Veronica Renders Service to Jesus”; Artist: Geoffrey Holt; Credit: National Gallery of Art, Index of American Design
- VI Veronica; Photographed by Pat Brown; Credit: El Camino Memorial - Sorrento Valley & Memorial Park
- Photograph; Photographer unknown, from FUMCSD Holy Lands trip
Station 5: Simon the Cyrene Helps Jesus to Carry the Cross
The moment comes at length when one cannot go on.
And then we find our touch with Thee, for Thou
Dost use us, even unto force, to share Thy cross.
So Simon there was drawn to bear his share of it.
With strength he seized the wood and followed Thee
Lest portion of Thy cross should drag or suffer loss.
Special Thanks To: Fred Hafer, reader
Art, in order of appearance:
- Christ Carrying the Cross; Artist: Cornelis van Poelenburch; Credit: National Gallery of Art, The Lee and Juliet Folger Fund
- Carrying the Cross; Artist: Wenceslaus Hollar; Credit: National Gallery of Art, Rosenwald Collection
- Photograph; Photographer unknown, from FUMCSD Holy Lands trip
Station 6: Jesus and Veronica
Disciples all have fled. Peter denied Him thrice.
Hurling herself 'gainst insults and the threat of death,
Veronica receives His Face between her hands.
Teach us, O woman brave, to conquer human fear.
To whom Christ is not an image but the truth,
Will come the questioning glance of other men.
He dwells on higher plane; he thinks apart.
Some strange love holds him distant; he is not the same.
An adult man, he says his beads; he tells his sins;
Friday he fasts; and with the women goes to Mass.
Of course he rouses laughter, yet he irritates.
Let him beware, for on him rests the eye of all.
Let him beware each step. He, sign and symbol is.
Each Christian, though unfit, is likeness true of Christ.
The face his soul doth show is reflex small
Of that true Face of God, debased yet glorious.
Let us behold again, Veronica, that veil
Which keeps in trust the Face of our Viaticum.
That sacred cloth imprints this Gatherer of grapes,
Lifted to ecstasy by His own harvest's fruit,
So that this likeness ever more may witness be
Of how is mixed our spittle with His blood and tears.
Special Thanks To: Pat Brown, reader
Art, in order of appearance:
- Saint Veronica; Artist: Hans Memling; Credit: National Gallery of Art, Samuel H. Kress Collection
- Retablo; Artist: Margery Parish; Credit: National Gallery of Art, Index of American Design
- Station of the Cross No. 6: “Veronica Renders Service to Jesus”; Artist: Geoffrey Holt; Credit: National Gallery of Art, Index of American Design
- VI Veronica; Photographed by Pat Brown; Credit: El Camino Memorial - Sorrento Valley & Memorial Park
- Photograph; Photographer unknown, from FUMCSD Holy Lands trip
Station 7: Jesus Falls a Second Time
No stone has caused it, nor a halter drawn
The soul itself grows weak and suddenly we fall.
O years of middle life! O sin of one's own will!
The days their purpose lack; our faith sees no beyond.
For very long the way, and far, far off the end.
Alone, alone we drift and comfort draws not near.
O heavy-weighted time! Disgust that sickens self
The more because the shadow of the cross endures.
And then we stretch our arms, for one must swim or die.
Ah, no! not to our knees we fall but on our face.
Our body fails, 'tis true; the fall is of the soul.
Save us, O Lord, from hell of our own weariness.
Special Thanks To: Fred Hafer, reader
Art, in order of appearance:
- Simon the Cyrenian Compelled to Carry the Cross with Jesus; Artist: James Tissot; Credit: Artvee
- Station of the Cross No. 7: “Jesus Falls the Second Time”; Artist: Beulah Bradleigh; Credit: National Gallery of Art, Index of American Design
- Jesus Falls the Second Time; Artist: István Schaller; Credit: Rawpixel
Station 8: Jesus Comforts the Women of Jerusalem
Ere on the hill's steep side He climbs one further step,
He lifts His hand o'er those who followed Him
In tears — some women poor, each carrying her own child.
Let us look on and listen, too, for Jesus speaks.
The lifted Hand shows Him Who, Man, is more than man.
This scene reveals the God Who suffered for our sake.
And, since He is our God, His act is for all time.
This day in very truth God suffers for our sins.
From what, then, and at what a price has He saved us?
Our tongue is beggared when we say "for this the Son
Was forced to tear Himself from His own Father's side."
If this the price at which we're saved, what then is hell?
If our sick souls ask this, what of the Christless dead?
Special Thanks To: Pat Brown, reader
Art, in order of appearance:
- Stations of the Cross No. 8: “Jesus Speaks to the Women of Jerusalem; Artist: Geoffrey Holt; Credit: National Gallery of Art, Index of American Design
- Photographs; Photographers unknown, from FUMCSD Holy Lands trip
- Christ Carrying the Cross; Artist: Giovanni Battista Naldini; Credit: Artvee
- VIII The Women; Photographed by Pat Brown; Credit: El Camino Memorial - Sorrento Valley & Memorial Park
Station 9: Jesus Falls a Third Time
Again I fall; prostrate I lie. This marks the end.
I could not if I wished it once more raise myself.
I lie as fruit that's crushed. I bear a weight too great.
I have done wrong. My dead self weighs on me.
Come, death! Easier 'tis to grovel than to stand.
I welcome death beneath, not on, this wretched cross.
Save us, O Lord, from this last fall, this last despair.
And now one only thing remains — to drink the cup of death.
The cross is lifted but the iron still must pierce.
A third time Jesus falls; but Calvary's height is reached.
Special Thanks To: Fred Hafer, reader
Art, in order of appearance:
- Christ Bearing the Cross; Artist: Lovis Corinth; Credit: Artvee
- Jesus Falls the Third Time; Artist: István Schaller; Credit: Rawpixel
- Stations of the Cross #9: “Jesus Falls the Third Time”; Artist: Beulah Bradleigh; Credit: National Gallery of Art, Index of American Design
Station 10: Jesus is Stripped of His Clothes
Behold the threshing floor where grain divine is bruised.
The Father is revealed; the tabernacle rent.
A hand is laid on God and all flesh suffers shock.
Fear paralyzes all creation's deepest depths.
And now let us take heart to lift our eyes to Him,
Disrobed, of seamless garment stripped, Jesus all pure.
Nothing is left to Thee, for they have taken all.
They plucked the robe from Thee, as yesterday
They snatched from monk his cowl, from virgin nun her veil.
Nothing is left wherewith he might beclothe Himself.
In naked helplessness, as naked as a worm,
Without defence He stands, exposed to sight of men.
What, this your Christ? This mocked, derided one?
This wretched man begrimed, a mass of wounds and sores,
A subject He for alienists and for the courts?
"Fierce bulls besiege me. Lord, deliver me from savage dogs."
He is not Christ, nor Son of Man; He is not God.
His gospel is a lie; His Father's not in heaven.
A fool! A fake! Why speaks He? What holds His tongue?
The High Priest's servant strikes: a French Renan betrays.
They left Thee stripped, but there remains Thy robe of blood;
They left Thee naught, but still that gaping wound is Thine.
Though God be hid away, here stands the Man of grief.
Though God be hid, I see my Brother here Who weeps.
By Thy humiliation, Lord, by Thy deep shame,
Pity the vanquished ones who to the stronger yield.
And by Thy ghastly clothing at the final hour,
Great pity have on all by bitter anguish pierced —
The little child who thrice must bear the surgeon's knife;
The wounded man whose wounds must be with pain re-dressed;
The husband shamed; the son who mourns a mother dead —
Have pity on that love which our hearts must uproot.
Special Thanks To: Fred Hafer, reader
Art, in order of appearance:
- Station of the Cross No. 10: “Jesus is Stripped of His Garments”; Artist: Geoffrey Holt; Credit: National Gallery of Art, Index of American Design
- Christ Stripped of His Garments; Artist: Francesco Vanni; Credit: Minneapolis Institute of Art, Joseph F. McCrindle Collection
- Painting by Artist: Holly Hutchins-Watt
Station 11: Jesus is Nailed on the Cross
Our Lord no longer stands with us, but prone He lies,
Thrown like a wounded stag amid the hunting pack.
Thou hast come down to us; to our own level reached.
One man sits on Thine arm; a knee is on Thy chest.
The hand that twists Thy Hand contorts the Hand of God.
The weakling Lamb tied by the feet is God in bonds.
Thy length of arm, Thy height are chalked upon the cross.
When He will taste the nails, His Face will be revealed.
The Son eternal, without measure, infinite,
Has emptied Self into this human mould He craved.
Behold in him Elias on the boy outstretched.
Behold this, David's throne; this, pride of Solomon.
Behold His nuptial couch with us so strong, so hard.
How God is straightened when He takes our human form.
The cross is placed. His Body, dislocated, cracks.
As by a heavy wine press He is crushed and torn.
With truth the prophet David said in ancient days
"My hands and feet are pierced. Revealed My every bone."
O Saviour, Thou wert bound; escape was not for Thee.
Upon the Cross the nails held Thee by hands and feet.
I seek no further now with heretic and fool.
This God, by these four nails constrained, suffices me.
Special Thanks To: Fred Hafer, reader
Art, in order of appearance:
- The Raising of the Cross; Artist: Luca Giordano; Credit: National Gallery of Art, Andrew W. Mellon Fund
- Christ Nailed to the Cross; Artist unknown; Credit: National Gallery of Art, Rosenwald Collection
- Cruciform – Bulto; Artist: Majel G. Claflin; Credit: National Gallery of Art, Index of American Design
Station 12: Jesus Dies Upon the Cross
He suffered, it is true; but now He suffers death.
The huge cross trembles darkly as our Saviour breathes.
Earth's power is done. To Him must now be left the work
That He alone can do. That Body and that Soul
In this One Person, God, have power without end.
Exhaust they must and will each unknown way of pain.
Alone He is, as Adam was in Eden's land.
Three hours alone, His Soul alone has drunk the Wine.
O ignorance unknown of God's own hidden life!
Our Host is wearied and His Head falls lower still.
He sees not Mary; and His Father, too, has gone.
He drains the cup. He drinks the slow-advancing death.
And yet He has not had enough of bitter drink,
For His own voice all suddenly exclaims: "I thirst!"
And in Thy thirst, O Lord, am I the one addressed?
Hast Thou, O Christ, still need of me and of my sins?
For me dost Thou await ere all be perfected?
Special Thanks To: Fred Hafer, reader
Art, in order of appearance:
- Painting; Artist: James Bliesner
- Painting; Artist: Marilyn Wegner
- Photograph; Artist: David Root
- Photograph; Photographer unknown, from FUMCSD Holy Lands trip
Station 13: Jesus' Body is Taken From the Cross and Laid in Mary's Bosom
The Passion ends. Mercy, its fruit, forever reigns.
Down from the cross, He lies within His mother's arms —
Calvary perfected her will of Nazareth.
The Christ Who, lifted up, bore openly the shame,
His mother takes once more alone unto herself.
And in those arms the Church guards well her well-beloved.
What God sent forth, what Mary gave, what man has done —
All, all is now within her heart forevermore.
She holds Him, sees and weeps, and in her tears adores.
She cerement and ointment is, and tomb and myrrh;
Altar and priest alike; chalice and cenacle.
The tabernacle door is gateway to the cross.
Special Thanks To: Pat Brown, reader
Art, in order of appearance:
- The Descent from the Cross; Artist unknown; Credit: National Gallery of Art, Widener Collection
- Painting; Artist: James Bliesner
- The Descent from the Cross (recto); Artist unknown; Credit: National Gallery of Art, The Edith Tanenbaum Rudolf Collection
- The Virgin Mary Swooning over the Dead Body of Christ at the Foot of the Cross; Artist: Pierre-Etienne Monnot; Credit: National Gallery of Art, Patrons’ Permanent Fund
Station 14: The Body of Jesus is Laid in the Tomb
That tomb wherein the suffering Christ, now dead, was laid,
That sepulchre unsealed in haste that He might sleep
Before He rose again and with His Father reigned,
Is not a mere new burial-place — 'tis our own flesh,
'Tis man, your creature, Lord, more one with Thee than earth.
Thy heart is open and Thy hands are deeply pierced;
Thou hast received, endured our bodies' every pain.
No sin but is o'erreached by Thy almighty wounds.
From altar here where Thou dost hide Thyself, come, Lord!
Our hearts are open thrown. Come, Lord, and fill their depths.
Special Thanks To: Fred Hafer, reader
Art, in order of appearance:
- The Entombment of Christ; Artist: Fra Angelico; Credit: National Gallery of Art, Samuel H. Kress Collection
- The Entombment; Artist: Andrea Briosco, called Riccio; Credit: National Gallery of Art, Samuel H. Kress Collection
- Christ in the Tomb; Artist: Matteo dé Pasti; Credit: National Gallery of Art, Samuel H. Kress Collection