STATIONS OF THE CROSS
TWELFTH STATION
Jesus dies on the cross
Such a dreadful way to die: long, drawn out, every breath a new torture. No quick easy bullet or poisoned cup.
The mouth on fire with unbearable thirst: lips parched and dry.
A drink is offered - vinegar, not water, bitter tasting and sour; smarting against cut lips; re-opening the wounds; making the blood and pus ooze once again.
The bitter vinegar like the bitterness of the mob clamouring for his blood.
The end is near. The sky darkens. It is finished.
For a moment it seemed as though God had deserted him, but we know that without Jesus’ death there could be no resurrection and no promise of eternal life.
Lord, when the problems of life seem to overwhelm us, remind us that tomorrow will bring a new day, full of new possibilities.
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