Stations of the Cross-Photos take from Lime Ridge Open Space in Concord/Walnut Creek.
By Jan Stegner
Station 1 – Jesus is condemned to Death
The rough edge, coldness, and harshness of the rocks and boulders remind me of the streets that Jesus had to walk on at the face of his condemnation. The contrast of the white rock to the green grass makes me think of Jesus, the Light of the World, walking amidst the crowd, many who were yelling, “Crucify Him, Crucify Him.”
Jesus, we pray for you, as you walk the uneven surfaced streets of Jerusalem, stripped of your garments, a crown of thorns imbedded in your head, and marks of scourging covering your body. The humiliation you accepted at the hands of your killers on the way to your cross must have been as horrific as the physical pain you endured.
Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be
Station 2 – Jesus takes up his cross
A cross is a cross, whether it be a straight piece of wood or a twisted piece of tree branch. The cross that you were nailed to Jesus was as gnarled as this broken branch from a tree. The crucifixion in itself was as difficult, dangerous, extreme, and disturbing as this branch which lies on the cold winter floor of the canyon.
Jesus, we pray for you as you lift your cross and make way for Calvary. The streets were rough, the physical pain was unbearable, and the heaviness of the cross was torture. The cross was given to you, not just as your place of death, but also as a symbol to destroy your spirit, both in body and soul.
Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be
Station 3 – Jesus Falls the First Time
A fallen tree sits at the edge of the trail. Its branches worn and torn. It looks unhealthy and its limbs are sharp, leafless, and dry. I feel like I could snap it in two with little effort. There is life around the fallen tree, the green bushes and grasses seem to make the fallen tree look more vulnerable and lifeless.
Jesus, we pray for you, as you fall to the ground that first time, you remind me of that tree: leafless, worn and torn. The sight of you falling is devastating; the charismatic, compassionate, merciful and loving teacher has fallen under the weight of the jeers, cruelty, and the physical weight of the cross. However, Jesus, you do not stay down, you rise to complete your mission here on earth.
Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be
Station 4 – Jesus Meets His Mother
The brilliance of the poppies against the greenery of the grasses and bushes allows then to stand out even more in their beautiful orange color. One flower helps the other shine brightly. Both stand tall in the winter morning waiting for the sun to open them up so they can radiate together in the day to come.
Jesus, we pray for you, you and Mary meet at the fourth station. Mother and Son both in agony, yet their unconditional love shines bright like the poppies in this photo. Not one out does the other, they stand together in unity, in beauty, and in love. And the love they both have for God will allow them to get through this together as the day wears on.
Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be
Station 5 – Simon Helps Jesus Carry His Cross
I find this muddied print as I walk the trail. The recent rains have left footprints of people and animals. Whose print is this? I don’t know nor will I ever know, but what is important it is a print and now I know I’m not alone on this deserted trail this morning. Someone is with me, and if I need help, I know that someone will be near.
Jesus, I say a prayer of gratitude to Simon who was pulled out of the crowd to help you carry the cross so that you could die on it and no time before that. Simon came to help you, he was near. He released you of some pain and agony for a short time, but you were not alone in those minutes that he came to help you carry your cross.
Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be
Station 6 – Veronica Wipes the Face of Jesus
The water of the puddle shows my reflection if I look closely. The muddied water is not clear, it is messy and murky, but I can still see my face. My walk has been long, and I’m looking a bit tired. I look at this puddle and think this puddle is like life, not always clear, smooth and a beautiful body of water, sometimes life gets messy and muddy, but if one looks closely one’s reflection can still be seen.
Jesus, we pray for you, your walk was not a clear path, it was not easy and not a walk of beauty. Your walk to the cross was full of pain. It was ugly as we sometimes see mud, it was sticky and messy. Veronica goes out of her way to try to ease your walk, and perhaps even though the image is not perfectly clear, perhaps every time we go out of our way to help another, your image become more transparent in us.
Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be
Station 7 – Jesus Falls the Second Time
This fallen tree on the trail is mangled and it almost looks like it is in pain. Its branches are disfigured, damaged, almost mutilated. The tree has fallen, and dead leaves and broken branches surround it. There is some life near the tree, but the tree itself looks incredible broken.
Jesus, we pray for you, falling for the second time you must feel like this tree; damaged, in pain, and tired. It’s a wonder you got up at all to complete your journey to Calvary.
Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be
Station 8 – Jesus Meets the Weeping Women of Jerusalem
The brightness of the beautiful yellow flowers brightens the hillside in which I walk. Even though it is a bit windy, the flowers stand tall and do not bent when a wisp of wind touches them. They brighten the trail and catch my attention amidst the greenery and the fog of the early morning.
Jesus, we pray for you, your disciples, apostles and students didn’t meet you on your way to your death. But who did, a group of women who were considered nobodies in this time of your life, yet you included women in your ministry and in your teachings. They don’t shun you, they stand out, they stand tall, they weep for you, yet they stand by you as you walk this final journey.
Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be
Station 9 – Jesus Falls the Third Time
The random branches and leaves look like a withered pile of sticks, and not some tree branches that one held beautiful leaves and blossoms. It’s almost like they failed in their job to stay on the tree and hold beauty. However, if I look really closely, I see hope. I see peeks of new life that comes from the sticks.
Jesus, I pray for you, although you fall a third and last time, you again get up and show, not much, but you still do show life and the will to go on. You do not give up, you show that you are ready to follow this sentence to the very end, so that we may be able to reach eternal life with you forever.
Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be
Station 10 – Jesus is Stripped of His Garments
As I looked at this tiny, and bare tree on my walk, I had to pause for quite some time. The tree was a lone tree, naked, bare, and small, yet it stood tall, almost as if it thought itself to be the biggest tree on the hill. The size and lack of leaves, buds and blossoms didn’t matter, what mattered was that this tree rose up reaching to the sky.
Jesus, we pray for you, as you are stripped of your garments, we know the clothes did not make you the loving compassionate and merciful man that you were, You and your Father created you as that. Stripping you of garments does not take anything away from you, they only cover your outer person, the Jesus we all know is the Jesus of love-no garments can cover love.
Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be
Station 11 – Jesus is Nailed to the Cross
As I walked past this tree, I felt that it was a hostile piece of nature. So tangled, so messy, so unkept, and disfigured. Branches, leaves, moss, twisted limbs not quite knowing where to reach to. The tree looks angry, it looks like it is in pain. Given the peaceful grasses underneath it, the confusion of the branches and twigs that are attached to the trunk seem to wreak havoc for this beauty of nature.
Jesus, we pray for you, you are nailed to a cross. The cross may appear smooth in stature, but underneath it is a messy, disfigured, and angry piece of wood that has hurt you to no end. This cross brings us to a sense of finality, a sense of confusion and a sense of pain. We feel trapped in your agony. We struggle to untangle the thoughts and feelings that this senseless act of suffering brings you.
Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be
Station 12 – Jesus Dies on the Cross
I found this branch strewn on the path, lifeless and bare, yet with a little greenery on it, which to me signified hope. Hope in the midst of the cold foggy morning, hope in the midst of winter, and morning darkness. There was something about this branch that led me to think that even though it was cut off from its life supply, it was still a living part of nature.
Jesus, we pray for you, you have said your last, you have breathed your last and now we stand and watch your lifeless body hang on the cross and we stare in disbelief. Where is our hope now? Life is Jerusalem will never be the same again. Life for your followers has been changed, but that is the exact word, changed. Our hope lies in knowing that our lives have been changed, yet not ended.
Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be
Station 13 – Jesus is Taken Down from the Cross
This empty tree looks lost and forlorn. Its limbs hang down like lifeless sticks. It looks bare and cold. It looks sad. It is surrounded by the growth of grass, bushes and living nature, yet this tree does not exhibit these features at all. When I look at this tree, I see defeat.
Jesus, we pray for you, now we know your death was not a defeat to you or to us. But to those who were within your circle that day of your crucifixion, those who were left to take your body down from the cross, and to hold you, it must have been a day of loss, deep sadness, and a day to feel a deep sense of unknowing and fear.
Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be
Station 14 – Jesus is Laid in the Tomb
Although these stone were small in stature to which I visualize the stone was to cover the tomb Jesus was laid in, I couldn’t help looking at them with a certain curiosity, of wonder and of awe. How did they land in the places they did on the soft green grass? Why were there stones on this one part of the trail, and not anywhere else? I physically left the trail to walk over to these stones and see their color, their placement, and their shape.
Jesus, we pray for you, when death comes, either to a friend, or a relative, we feel a sense of weightlessness and a sense of disbelief. When I think of the stone that was pushed into your grave to seal you in your death cave, I think of a heavy rock being rolled to keep your body where it was placed. Opposite themes, the weightlessness of death, and the heaviness of the stone that seals you in. Yet, do all stones and rocks need to seal us in certain situations…no, stones can easily be rolled and moved in different directions so to allow the light to shine in.
Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be
Station 15 – The Resurrection
This tree reflected to me strength, richness, hope and life. It was impossible to miss as I walked along the morning path. It was big and extremely beautiful. Its resonated life.
Jesus, we pray, you are the Resurrection and THE Life! You fulfilled the writings of Isiah in the Old Testament. You have risen and you have set us free. You are strength, richness, hope and life. You are as big and beautiful as this incredible tree…impossible to miss, and resonating life.
Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be