Jesus on the cross, the mother and the disciple. In the Via Crucis with Christians LGBT+
Meditation by Cinzia de "The grain of mustard" proposed in the Via Crucis "i believe in this love"Held in the church of San Carlo al Lazzaretto in Milan on Friday 11 April 2025
A small fist of people simply 'stands at the foot of Jesus crucified. It is there, present, nothing seems to be a change. This grey silence of pain is their last act of love. You too, father, keep silent. Help me to believe that your silence, father, is sometimes a mysterious act of love.
In this group there are above all women who, in the face of violence, go beyond their fear. And you Maria, are you afraid? And then what else do you feel? Perhaps a terrible impotence in the face of the injustice that makes victims, in the face of the death of your child.
That prophecy of the sword in the soul has tragically come true, without being able to do anything. So today in Gaza, on the fronts between Ukraine and Russia, in Congo, on the Mediterranean coasts, how many are the prophecies tragically opposed, how many families impotent in crying!
With your child, share deeply humiliation and shame; Feel the bitter comments, the derision, the insults; After all, the relatives who was crazy your Jesus had not already told you? It is now also a criminal. Who will come to make you condolences? Who will say a good word?
Maybe you feel anger and compassion for the disciples, who would have been ready to die for a triumphant messiah but they didn't make it to be close to a loser. Forgive immediately, why did you understand that they didn't know what they did? Or the forgiveness gradually mature in you? Do you still have faith?
Maybe I play that psalm "I believed even when I was too unhappy ... when every man is deception". You, who had experienced in you the birth of life from nothing, you are the only one who may have really believed in his words "after three days I will raise".
"Woman, here is your son" "Son, here is your mother". Jesus, they have always told us that here you want someone to take care of your mother.
In Israel she, woman, widow and now childless, mother of a condemned to death, counts as a stone on the street; Yet you give your disciples this stone because, this time yes, you really become bread, nourishment of faith for your nascent Church, a grain of hope for a handful of disappointed then and for your Pellegrino people today.
