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--Luke 23.28 NIV
Jesus struggles from the second fall. He is on the road
again. It is still a long journey to Calvary. With the pain and the uphill
climb—he must have thought it would take forever. And maybe it would have
unless there was this Eighth Station. He heard them even before he passed them.
The daughters of Jerusalem. Weeping...weeping for Jesus, for the wrongness of
the world, for the injustice of their own lives. If this could happen to one so
good—and even to a man—what could their daughters expect?
So much of religious has tried to push women into a less
than equal place. Paul’s old words about women being subjected to men. If they
wanted to know anything ask their husbands. Women were not smart enough or have
the right to teach male children. They would wear burkas. Their faces and heads
were to be covered. They would be denied the right to vote. They cannot attend
school even now in some foreign lands. Malala told us in her book about what
happens when a young woman dares to try to read and know and dream and be. Lilly
Ledbetter way down in Gadsden, Alabama dared to raise the question of why women
were not paid the same as men in the tire company where she worked. Even today
politicians piously explain why they cannot vote for a bill that would equal
pay for all—not just men.
And in the Stations women must weep as they follow this
journey up the hill. But they also must smile at Jesus’ mother, dear Veronica
and now the daughters of Jerusalem. For this Gospel and this Jesus left no one
out—not even the women--especially the women.
Remember what Jesus said as he shuffled past them with his
cross. “”Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for me, but weep for yourselves
and for your children.” Even today the
tears of the daughters of Jerusalem have yet to be dried.
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