The above photograph was taken in the cloister of Barcelona's Gothic Cathedral in Spring 2017. What follows is a short meditation based on something I felt the Lord was saying to me in prayer a few days ago.
Stand at the foot of My Cross and weep.
Not at My shame: the scorn, the spittle
Nor at the beating, the scourging, the crown
Do not weep as I fall in the dirt
The kicking, the jeering, the sting of the dust
Nor at the nails, the wood, the piercing.
Do not weep, child, as you think on your sin
The ill-thought decision, the broken relationship, the careless word.
Weep, rather, at this:
That you, a finite being
A speck of dust
Should be so completely and utterly loved
Loved to the point of death.
Think on this truth, meditate upon it.
Stand before a mirror and know it to be true.
Then come, walk with Me on this day
And stand at the foot of My Cross
by Lucy Stothard