Carrying Our Cross and Other Sorrowful Mysteries


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Please read yesterday’s blog before you read this one. It will help you understand the progression of thought.  

Today I picked up the Rosary and found the instructions on line.  Then I began to pray through the Rosary.  Because it is Tuesday I read the meditations for the Sorrowful Mysteries.  What I felt and found I was not prepared for.  It is a meditation experience I will not soon forget.  It gripped my attention, seized my heart and caused my spirit to weep.

Yes I managed to memorize the “Hail Mary” before the second “decade” of beads (they are in groups of ten called decades.) Though I am not Catholic I was surprised to find special significance in the words.  It helped my understanding when I considered Mary as symbolic of the Holy Spirit and the divine feminine.  It also became very meaningful to me to feel the pain of this mother in the loss of her son.  This is something which I can identify with all too well having lost my own son in 2000.  As I followed this mother, who had seen so much of the power of the creator in her life, on her path to Golgotha, I felt the agony of her heart.

All of this “Sorrowful Mysteries” piece is about the passion of the Christ.  Those last few hours when he suffered in painful prayer, scourging and mocking at the hands of the Romans, bearing his cross and finally in crucifixion.

Each of these steps on his journey is recounted and inspires a lesson for us in life.  We are to learn: to follow God’s will, mortify our senses, learn moral courage, patience and ultimately learn to pardon injuries.  Through this we feel the depth of his love for us and understand the call to “take up your cross”.

As Christians we often believe that call to carry our cross is about all the junk we have suffered in our own lives.  Some might consider my cross is the death of my son.  But no, that is not my cross.  My cross is enduring that agony and blessing it rather cursing it, forgiving those responsible rather than hating them.  It is doing what I am called to do without complaint and counting it all as righteousness for the cause of This Great Love.

I am mere mortal and I fail often.  This meditation of the Rosary certainly seems a way to remind me of all that is good and true about my faith and keep me on the track of forgiveness and love.  Every bead holds many heartbeats of struggle and victory.  Each meditation holds mysteries which I cannot explain but which are the very things which hold me captive to the love of Jesus.

And so continues my journey through Holy Week.

“Take up your cross and follow me.””Take up your cross and follow Me” ….”For whoever would save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for my sake will save it. For what does it profit a man if he gains the whole world and loses or forfeits himself?” (Luke 9:24-25).

“Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me.” Mark 8:34-35


About Peggy Guiler

You just never know what show up on my blog. As the name implies it is about the stuff of life just like Spilt Milk. Everyday events spark thought and contemplation. Special events in the community, the country or the world may strike a cord and get me talking. Sometimes it's about people in my life or circumstances, sometimes about my garden, sometimes about a book or a political issue. Always it's about something I am passionate about. In my business, River of Hope Enterprises (, I work as an "Certified Coach" (International Coach Federation), a trainer, consultant and speaker. and as a spiritual director. I also drive a school bus to keep the wolf from the door while I build my business. I love the kids on the bus (most of the time). My family is grown and I have three grandkids who thrill my heart but I don't get to see any of them very often. Circumstances of life have made "family" difficult. My son died by suicide at age 16 in 2000 and the strain on our family relationships since has been huge. Mental health is a field where I worked for almost 22 years and where I still do some consulting and training. That combined with my own battle with depression and my son's death weave together to form some of my greatest soap box items: suicide intervention, suicide bereavement and peer support in mental health are right on the top of my list. Social justice is an underlying passion. Keeping the wolf from the door as a single parent was full-time work and my career path as a journalists was augmented with cleaning contracts, cooking, retail clerk, and bartending. I have known hard work and am grateful for the experience and perspective it has given me. A firmly grounded faith and a passion for learning has now taken me toward a new field as a Spiritual Director and I am soon adding to that a license to marry people. As I move toward retirement I am very aware that I have to keep working so I chose to do things which will meet my modest financial needs and also my love of supporting people in their life journey. Woven into all of this is my love of writing. Trained as a Journalist, and having worked in the field as a freelance news writer for many years, I have a great love for writing. This blog is a new beginning for me. As I hone my skills and begin to form a daily discipline of writing I hope it will lead to more writing in the future.
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