The rectangular bronze base of the previous stations is turned on its end; it has become a door. Christ is risen! He raises his arms in a victorious blessing. He floats in front of the cross. The death it Read more
The tomb is like a portal, where we see Christ in death. Is this the ultimate catastrophe?
We enter the void of the tomb with Jesus. His mother, Mary, and Joseph of Arimathea prepare the shroud. Hewn rocks in Read more
Christ’s work is done. The spectacle of the executioners is over. They start their cleanup. The work of Mary has just begun. We look upon her holding the lifeless body of our Lord. The price of her reply to Read more
Mary and John stand at the foot of the Cross.
Death by crucifixion is one of slow asphyxiation. Only by straining against the nails can a convict pull themselves upright enough to take in precious air. Each breath is Read more
Not all orders are lawful and just. It is the job of all warriors to serve as a failsafe to commands that could cause untold destruction. But the Roman soldier doesn’t ask his superiors questions like that anymore, especially Read more
His burdened walk is over. Jesus drops his heavy cross to the ground. Exertion gives way to humiliation. His priestly seamless tunic is stripped from him. Matted and fused to flesh, the fabric tears free. His wounds are reopened. Read more
I show Christ in a profound face forward fall. Falling, always falling, the exhausted Christ finds himself united with mud. He feels the shadow of death in the glaring sunlight. It is so near. It is so peaceful. He Read more
I show a woman, a child, and a pregnant mother. Christ reaches out to them.
We greet Jesus among the Women of Jerusalem. We stand in mourning and compassion. We look at his pitiable visage. We cannot understand the Read more
I show his second fall to his hip. It is a deeper fall. Our centurions push Jesus onward. They are impatient to keep their schedule. He is driven beyond his capacity. He stumbles to the ground again. Out of Read more
We meet Jesus on the road with Veronica. He is very nearly blind and unrecognizable. Layers of blood, spittle, dirt, and filth obscure his loving face from our view. Veronica offers him her own veil in compassion and mercy. Read more
