As we ponder put dear Lord being taken down from the cross, let's again put ourselves in the place of our Blessed Mother as we did on day 4 of our meditation.
They place him in my arms. His body is cold, lifeless. My son. I weep for him, recalling the torture that he has endured. I pity any mother who has to watch her child suffer. I cradle Him to my chest, just as I did when He was a child.
"My Jesus...." I whisper, stroking his hair off of his face. Tears are flowing from all those around me. A man called Joseph of Arimathea comes up behind me. He says he is going to bury Jesus. John gently touches my shoulder as a signal that it is time to let Joseph do what he has come for. I kiss His forehead one last time and stand up and allow them to do what they need to do.
Today let's pray for everyone who has lost someone close to them. Ask the Lord to heal their hearts and bring them peace. Let's also ask God to have mercy upon all those who have died. May their souls be eternally united with Him in Heaven.
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