"The Rosary is the compendium of the entire Gospel" (Pope Paul VI quoting Pope Pius XII).
The Sorrowful Mysteries
The Agony in the Garden
Oh, Jesus! You celebrated Your last Passover with Your Apostles then you stepped into the garden to prepare for Your Mass. You suffered so greatly even then! The men whom you loved were sleeping. You asked them to wait with You, and they fell asleep. They didn’t understand. You asked Your Father to let this cup pass. He was silent. You had no one until and angel came to comfort You. When You knew it was time, You were at peace. You woke up Your Apostles and told them that Your time had come. You were led away as a criminal, in chains. Oh, Jesus, I’m sorry that I am responsible for this. I hurt You each time I sin. I add to Your pain. Forgive me. Thank You! You loved us so much! Thank You!
The Scourging at the Pillar
Oh, dear Sweet Jesus! I cannot imagine the pain that You felt as each lash of the whip ripped Your skin from Your Most Precious Body. I cannot imagine the pain as You were whipped over and over again. I cannot imagine how You felt knowing that more pain was to follow, pain that could not and should not be felt by any human being, yet, You endured it. Each lash was for our sins. Forgive us, Sweet Jesus. You, the Man, the God, who is Love Himself, endured the pain and agony of whips. Sweet Jesus, I fall at Your feet. I am saved because You loved us so much! You are Love and Love was broken and bleeding. Forgive us, Sweet Jesus! Forgive us!
The Crowning with Thorns
Oh, my God! How could you endure so much pain? You were weak from the loss of blood. You were dizzy from the beatings. Then, as they mocked You, spit upon You, they crowned You with thorns. It wasn’t enough for You to endure the beatings, but You had to endure the shame and the thorns in Your
The Agony in the Garden
Oh, Jesus! You celebrated Your last Passover with Your Apostles then you stepped into the garden to prepare for Your Mass. You suffered so greatly even then! The men whom you loved were sleeping. You asked them to wait with You, and they fell asleep. They didn’t understand. You asked Your Father to let this cup pass. He was silent. You had no one until and angel came to comfort You. When You knew it was time, You were at peace. You woke up Your Apostles and told them that Your time had come. You were led away as a criminal, in chains. Oh, Jesus, I’m sorry that I am responsible for this. I hurt You each time I sin. I add to Your pain. Forgive me. Thank You! You loved us so much! Thank You!
The Scourging at the Pillar
Oh, dear Sweet Jesus! I cannot imagine the pain that You felt as each lash of the whip ripped Your skin from Your Most Precious Body. I cannot imagine the pain as You were whipped over and over again. I cannot imagine how You felt knowing that more pain was to follow, pain that could not and should not be felt by any human being, yet, You endured it. Each lash was for our sins. Forgive us, Sweet Jesus. You, the Man, the God, who is Love Himself, endured the pain and agony of whips. Sweet Jesus, I fall at Your feet. I am saved because You loved us so much! You are Love and Love was broken and bleeding. Forgive us, Sweet Jesus! Forgive us!
The Crowning with Thorns
Oh, my God! How could you endure so much pain? You were weak from the loss of blood. You were dizzy from the beatings. Then, as they mocked You, spit upon You, they crowned You with thorns. It wasn’t enough for You to endure the beatings, but You had to endure the shame and the thorns in Your
most precious Head. Oh, Jesus, what can I say? Father forgive me. Jesus, sweet loving Jesus, forgive me!
I am so sorry!
The Carrying of the Cross
Jesus, now you were near death. You had been condemned by Pilate, and even then, You tried to teach him about authority. You who were Love submitted to Pilate’s authority over You on earth. I’m not sure Pilate understood. You had been beaten, mocked and crowned with thorns, yet, You continued on the way of salvation still ready and willing to give Your last drops of blood for us! Thank You, Sweet Jesus. Thank You! And The Father sent you another angel, the woman who defied the Romans and gave You the last bits of comfort in Your final journey for us. Veronica wiped Your Face so disfigured by the beatings and whippings. She, the woman, shared in Your Courage, and sought to help You. Thank You, Jesus. Help us to be more like Your Mother and Veronica. Thank You.
The Crucifixion
Oh, Jesus. The journey was over. The final slices of agony were coming to an end. You were nailed to Your cross. The pain seared Your brain. How did You endure this? Thank You for Your suffering. You gave us everything down to the last drops of blood and water. The Father brought Your Mother to Your final sufferings on the cross. As the most faithful Son, You took care of Your Mother and gave her to John. When you did this, You also gave us Your Mother as our Mother. Oh, my Jesus! Forgive us our sins! You, the God of Love, suffered the hate of Satan and died on the cross for our sins. Sweet Jesus! Forgive us!
Amen
The Carrying of the Cross
Jesus, now you were near death. You had been condemned by Pilate, and even then, You tried to teach him about authority. You who were Love submitted to Pilate’s authority over You on earth. I’m not sure Pilate understood. You had been beaten, mocked and crowned with thorns, yet, You continued on the way of salvation still ready and willing to give Your last drops of blood for us! Thank You, Sweet Jesus. Thank You! And The Father sent you another angel, the woman who defied the Romans and gave You the last bits of comfort in Your final journey for us. Veronica wiped Your Face so disfigured by the beatings and whippings. She, the woman, shared in Your Courage, and sought to help You. Thank You, Jesus. Help us to be more like Your Mother and Veronica. Thank You.
The Crucifixion
Oh, Jesus. The journey was over. The final slices of agony were coming to an end. You were nailed to Your cross. The pain seared Your brain. How did You endure this? Thank You for Your suffering. You gave us everything down to the last drops of blood and water. The Father brought Your Mother to Your final sufferings on the cross. As the most faithful Son, You took care of Your Mother and gave her to John. When you did this, You also gave us Your Mother as our Mother. Oh, my Jesus! Forgive us our sins! You, the God of Love, suffered the hate of Satan and died on the cross for our sins. Sweet Jesus! Forgive us!
Amen
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