Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on us!

Easter

Consummatum Est

Good Friday

Could you not watch even one hour with Me?

The Hours of the Passion begin

Holy Thursday

Spy Wenesday

Holy Tuesday

Passion Sunday

Holy Saturday-- Stava Maria

Sojourn in Egypt

The Samaritan Woman at the Well

Good Friday

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?

Why are you so far from saving me,

so far from my cries of anguish?

 My God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer,

by night, but I find no rest.

 Yet you are enthroned as the Holy One;

you are the one Israel praises.

 In you our ancestors put their trust;

they trusted and you delivered them.

 To you they cried out and were saved;

in you they trusted and were not put to shame.

But I am a worm and not a man,

scorned by everyone, despised by the people.

 All who see me mock me;

they hurl insults, shaking their heads.

 “He trusts in the Lord,” they say,

“let the Lord rescue him.

Let him deliver him,

since he delights in him.”

Yet you brought me out of the womb;

you made me trust in you, even at my mother’s breast.

 From birth I was cast on you;

from my mother’s womb you have been my God.

 Do not be far from me,

for trouble is near

and there is no one to help.

Many bulls surround me;

strong bulls of Bashan encircle me.

 Roaring lions that tear their prey

open their mouths wide against me.

 I am poured out like water,

and all my bones are out of joint.

My heart has turned to wax;

it has melted within me.

 My mouth is dried up like a potsherd,

and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;

you lay me in the dust of death.

Dogs surround me,

a pack of villains encircles me;

they pierce[e] my hands and my feet.

 All my bones are on display;

people stare and gloat over me.

 They divide my clothes among them

and cast lots for my garment.

But you, Lord, do not be far from me.

You are my strength; come quickly to help me.

 Deliver me from the sword,

my precious life from the power of the dogs.

 Rescue me from the mouth of the lions;

save me from the horns of the wild oxen.

 I will declare your name to my people;

in the assembly I will praise you.

 You who fear the Lord, praise him!

All you descendants of Jacob, honor him!

Revere him, all you descendants of Israel!

 For he has not despised or scorned

the suffering of the afflicted one;

he has not hidden his face from him

but has listened to his cry for help.

 From you comes the theme of my praise in the great assembly;

before those who fear you I will fulfill my vows.

 The poor will eat and be satisfied;

those who seek the Lord will praise him—

may your hearts live forever!

All the ends of the earth

will remember and turn to the Lord,

and all the families of the nations

will bow down before him,

 for dominion belongs to the Lord

and he rules over the nations.

 All the rich of the earth will feast and worship;

all who go down to the dust will kneel before him—

those who cannot keep themselves alive.

 Posterity will serve him;

future generations will be told about the Lord.

 They will proclaim his righteousness,

declaring to a people yet unborn:

He has done it!

    

Judas has a lot of sons

 

 

Judas has a lot of sons and it's easy for people to get discouraged and cynical but remember, Judas destroyed himself. His evil, his faithlessness, his smiling treahery availed him nothing. 

The Hours of the Passion

Palm Sunday

 

The Visitation and the Magnificat