THE ELEVENTH STATION
JESUS IS NAILED TO THE CROSS
† We adore You, O Christ, and we praise You because, by Your holy cross, You have redeemed the world.
It is now time for the executioners to stretch My arms onto the Cross.
They pull My arms to make them reach the holes prepared on the Cross.
All My Body is ruined, swinging from side to side.
The crown of thorns penetrates deeper into My head.
Listen for the first blow of the hammer that nails My right hand… The sound of that blow resounds to the depths of the earth.
Listen some more… Now they are nailing My left hand.
At the presence of this spectacle, the heavens tremble, and the Angels prostrate themselves.
I keep the most profound silence.
My lips do not utter a complaint nor do they moan under such pain but My tears now mingle with the Blood that covers My face.
After they have nailed My hands, they pull on My feet with as much cruelty that they can muster… My wounds open, the nerves in My hands and arms are torn.
My bones are dislocated from their joints… The pain is intense!
My feet are nailed and My Blood soaks the earth!
Contemplate your Jesus, hanging on the Cross, without being able to make the slightest movement… I am naked – without fame, without honor, and without liberty… They have snatched everything from Me!
There is no one who takes pity and feels sorry for My pain!
I receive only tortures, ridicule, and mockery!
† Jesus, most obedient, meek and humble of heart, have mercy on us.