Come to Me, All of You

Stations of the Cross in the Voice of Christ

Amy Ekeh

Art by Gabrielle Rowell

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Walk the familiar path of Jesus’ passion and death by imagining it in intimate detail. Listen to its sounds, breathe its dust, experience its devastation and beauty—hearing all the while the vibrant, loving voice of Christ urging each of us to stay close. Meditations by Amy Ekeh and original art by Gabrielle Rowell guide us from station to station, helping us to stop and listen, to hear the voice of the suffering Christ and respond to his unceasing invitation: Come to me, all of you.

Amy Ekeh is the director of Little Rock Scripture Study and special content editor at Give Us This Day and Liturgical Press. She is the author of several books, including Lent: Season of Transformation, and is a contributor to The Bible Today and Give Us This Day.

Reading: My heart is in anguish within me, the terrors of death have fallen upon me. And I say, “O that I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and be at rest.” (Ps 55:4, 6)

Meditation: My body has begun to feel numb. I feel light and heavy at the same time. I can hear the shouting of the crowds and the soldiers, but the rest of the world feels distant. Am I still moving forward? I am not sure. I lift my eyes to the hills, from whence comes my help. My help is in the name of the Lord, who made heaven and earth. My legs give way. I fall. Come to me, all of you who fall again and again.

Lord Jesus Christ, we come to you, lifting our eyes to the hills, believing that God is our help, trusting that when Unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains just a single grain. But if it dies, it bears much fruit.

(John 12:24)

Christ, and we praise you. Because by your holy cross, you have redeemed the world.

Twelfth Station

Jesus Dies upon the Cross

We adore you, O Christ, and we praise you. Because by your holy cross, you have redeemed the world.

Reading: When it was noon, darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon. At three o’clock Jesus cried out with a loud voice, “Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani?” which means, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” Then Jesus gave a loud cry and breathed his last. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two, from top to bottom.

(Mark 15:33-34, 37-38)

(All kneel for a short time.)

Meditation: I began to die in a garden. It was in the dirt of Gethsemane that I died first—died to the desire for more time, died to the desire for security, died to the cup of my own choosing. In the garden I died and was set free to do this—to die for the sake of love alone. My heart is like wax; it is melted within my breast. Every excruciating moment—my final cry, my last breath—is the laying down of my life, a decision I made in a garden.

Come to me, all of you who have decided to love.

Prayer: Lord Jesus Christ, we come to you, full of love and sorrow. May our own hearts melt like wax, so they may be pliable, so we may choose to love like you, so we may lay down our lives for others.

It is finished.

(John 19:30)