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Thirteenth Station
The body of Jesus is placed in the arms of his mother


We adore you, O Christ, and we bless you:

Because by your holy cross you have redeemed the world.

All you who pass by, behold and see if there is any sorrow like my sorrow. My eyes are spent with weeping; my soul is in tumult; my heart is poured out in grief because of the downfall of my people. "Do not call me Naomi (which means Pleasant), call me Mara (which means Bitter); for the Almighty has dealt very bitterly with me."

V. Her tears run down her cheeks:
R. And she has none to comfort her.
Let us pray.
(Silence)

Lord Jesus Christ, by your death you took away the sting of death: Grant to us your servants so to follow in faith where you have led the way, that we may at length fall asleep peacefully in you and wake up in your likeness; for your tender mercies' sake. Amen.

Holy God,
Holy and Mighty,
Holy Immortal One,
Have mercy upon us
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Erin McGee Ferrell
The Death of a Baby

Watercolor and ink stick on paper
18" wide by 24" long

This painting was inspired by a letter that came home from school with my first grader. A second grade child at his school had died unexpectedly on New Years Day. I reflected on the reality of my son dying and how I would feel. I thought about the Pieta.

     
Station 3  Meditations on the Thirteenth Station 1 | 2 | 3
 
 

Noyes CapehartJohn MoodyBarbara Desrosiers
Erin McGee Ferrell
 Simon Carr | Victor Challenor
The Church of the Advent, Spartenburg, SC

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