The Second Station: Jesus takes up His cross
Away from the palace now a sad procession is winding. On the faces of the multitude a fiendish joy is written, they have had their wish and now issue forth to glut their eyes on the dying struggles of the suffering innocent One. Painfully He is toiling up the long narrow street, narrower still from the crowds that line the way; each step is agony, each yard of ground He covers a fresh martyrdom of ever increasing suffering. With a refinement of cruelty His enemies have placed upon His shoulders the heavy, rough beams which will be His last painful resting place.
Cruelly the heavy beam weighs upon His mangled flesh and cuts and chafes a long, raw sore deep to the very bone.
Father Doyle, you understood the suffering of Jesus, and could have very well related it to the suffering soldiers on the battlefield. Please help us to acquire a true and personal compassion for all those who suffer in any way, and with Jesus, help them to unite their sufferings with those of Jesus, and His Sorrowful Mother.