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Jesus, the Man of Sorrows, meets Mary, the Queen of Martyrs, Oceans of grief deluge their Hearts as they face each other. They suffer thus for my sins! O Jesus, O Mary, bathe my sinful soul in a sea of true sorrow for my past offenses. In all temptation I will say: "Jesus, Mary, help me!" |
| Leader: | It seemed that we were learning a certain skill for
hurting and hindering others. And all of a sudden we saw Jesus with His eyes fixed on someone...We followed them...and there was Mary, His Mother. And we understood the hurt we were causing. |
| Response: | My Jesus, Lord. I know what you are telling me. To watch the pain of those we love is harder than to bear our own. To carry my cross after you, I - too - must stand and watch the sufferings of my dear onesthe heartaches, sicknesses and grief of those I love. And I must let them watch mine, too. I do believefor those who love you all things work together unto good. |