As I walked the path of
suffering
Tears filled my eyes.
The Lord spoke
quietly,
a whisper while I cried.
“I walked
your pain of
suffering,”
He whispered in my ear.
“And now,
My child,
you are walking
mine.”
I have walked the same path of suffering (The Way of Sorrow) that Christ did in Israel, when He carried the Cross on His bloodied back. It was not a short path, it took a while to walk. The walls on each side of the path were filled with sharp glass and shards that would cut deep if anyone was to try to escape. I can’t imagine the pain our Lord felt. He was weak, He was a bloody mess. His back and body beaten and that was no small cross that He labored to carry.
We all have had a path of suffering. It may be short or it may…
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