Ave Maria Mediations
Arise, O Lord, and let Thy enemies be scattered, and let them that hate Thee flee from before Thy Face. (Ps 68:1)
The Seventh station: Oh! To what a state of abasement and opprobrium do I see Thee reduced, my Savior Jesus! A God prone in the dust! The executioners raise Him with blows. They do not spare even His beautiful Face. And why? to expiate my thoughts of vanity and self-esteem. Oh! With what horror should they fill me since Jesus has suffered so much to obtain their forgiveness. My God! Have mercy. Let my heart be truly humble.
