THE TENTH STATION
JESUS IS STRIPPED OF HIS CLOTHING
† We adore You, O Christ, and we praise You because, by Your holy cross, You have redeemed the world.
Look at what cruelty these hardened men surround Me.
Some of them pull the Cross and lay it on the ground while others work at tearing My clothes that adhere to the wounds that open again and My Blood oozes out.
Look, beloved children, at how much shame and confusion I suffer seeing Myself humiliated in this way before that immense mob…
How this pains My soul!
The executioners tear off My tunic and toss lots for it; this tunic which My mother covered Me with so much care during My childhood, and had grown in size as I had.
What immense sorrow envelops My mother as she contemplates this scene!
Contemplate for a moment these bloodstained hands and feet… This naked body, covered with wounds, with urine, and Blood.
Dirty… My head is punctured by sharp thorns, soaked in sweat, full of dust, and covered with Blood…
† Jesus, most obedient, meek and humble of heart, have mercy on us.