Jesus Dies on the Cross

“It was now about the sixth hour, and darkness covered the whole land until the ninth hour. The sun stopped shining. The curtain of the Temple was torn right down the middle. Jesus cried out with a loud voice, “Father, I entrust my spirit into your hands.” Having said this, he breathed his last.” (cf. Lk 23:44-46)

Look

Midday, and yet the sky is dark. The curtain in the Temple is torn right down the middle. Then a loud cry, not of despair, but the trusting surrender of the Son: “Father, I entrust my spirit into your hands.” He breathes his last. At this station nothing more needs explaining. Stop. If you can, kneel or bow your head for a moment, as the community does when the reading of the Passion reaches the moment the Lord dies.

Ask your heart

Do you dare to place in the Father's hands what you are most afraid of losing?

One small thing

At three o'clock this afternoon (or whenever you remember), stop for a minute, bow your head and slowly pray: “Father, I entrust my spirit into your hands.”