WHO CARES?

Holy Week 2007
  The Passion of Our Lord Jesus Christ

Who Cares?

Jesus knelt in the garden worried, ill
Who Cares?

Jesus was depressed. He trembled.
Who Cares?

Jesus asked, “Will You not watch one Hour with me?”  They were sleeping.
Who Cares?

Jesus was sad… alone. He sweat Blood.
Who Cares?

Jesus cried,”Father if it be possible, let this chalice pass from me.  Not my will but thine be done!”
Who cares?

Judas kisses Him. He betrays Him. Pilate questions him. Herod mocks him.
Who cares?

Jesus is beaten. Crowned with thorns. The mob is wild.
Who cares?

We have no king but Caesar. Crucify him! Crucify him!
Who Cares?

Jesus drags the heavy cross to Calvary. He stumbles and falls. Oh, how it hurts!
Who Cares?

Blood streams down his back. His body is torn with pain. Through blood stained eyes.  He strains to see.
Who Cares?

His Mother follows. Weeping helplessly, ”That’s my son ! “
Who Cares?

Jesus falls again. The mob screams. They kick and punch him.
Who Cares?

Perverts laugh as he stands naked before them. They kick and punch him.  He stretches out his arms upon the cross to be nailed.
Who Cares?

Thump. Thump. Thump. What pain!
Who Cares?

Blood runs down upon the ground.Oh God! It hurts.
Who cares?

A few women and John stand at the cross. Where are all the others? Is this all that is left of them?
Who Cares?

Jesus hangs on the cross. It’s hard to breathe. He gasps for breath. His throat is dry.
Who cares?

Oh the pain. The pain. His arms his legs. He can’t breathe.  He gasps for breath.  He chokes out his last words.

“Mother, there is your son.”

“I’m thirsty.”

“My God. My God. Why have you forgotten me.”

The crowd laughs.
Who Cares?

“It is finished.”
Who Cares?

Mary holds the dead Jesus in her outstretched arms.  She thinks back to Bethlehem when a small baby rested there.  

This is the same small child to whom she gave birth.  

Whom she laid in a manger.

The same small baby that learned to talk.

This was her body. Her blood.

She thinks back to Nazareth and the happy times.

Times when Jesus mad her laugh.

Times when she watched him grow and climb upon Joseph’s knee.

Times when more proudly, she listened from the crowd to her son, the Messiah, the King.

Times when she entertained his friends, when she cooked for him his favorite foods, or merely watched him sleep, when no one else was there.

Times that just the two of them shared.

She looked down upon her dead son and cried.

They have killed my son.

Is this all there is?  Not if you care.

Care enough to worship this week. To share with her in her pain.

Palm Sunday listen to the Passion being read at Mass. Holy Thursday celebrate the Holy Eucharist with your fellow Catholics and Good Friday walk with him to Calvary and kneel before His cross.

Show that you care. Because He cares about you.