Adapted from a publication in America Magazine
https://www.americamagazine.org/faith/2022/03/18/station-cross-ukraine-prayer-242627
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The Stations of the Cross from the Suffering of Ukraine
For hundreds of years Christians have walked the Stations of the Cross, a sequence of 14 works of art or prayer spaces in which the steps of Jesus’ journey from judgment to the tomb are remembered. Particularly during the season of Lent, believers look to the stations as a way of seeing the world more and more through the eyes of Jesus and those who walked with him. This Lent, we are also confronted by the ongoing invasion of Ukraine.
Since the invasion began, Ukrainian-American artist and photojournalist Tatyana Borodina, a former art director of America, has been gathering and publishing texts, emails and photos from people suffering from the violence at her Ukrainian-oriented magazine Elegant New York. Their stories capture the shock and horror currently being experienced in Ukraine. As a form of solidarity with all living in Ukraine and a prayer for their rescue, here is a form of the Stations of the Cross built from those stories.
Prayer for Peace
From your heart, Holy One,
to the suffering heart of Ukraine,
to a world both beautiful and broken
pour out, we pray,
your solace to hearts choked with grief;
your strength, to those shattered by trauma;
to all now in flight, rest in safe shelter;
to all left behind, your tender presence.
Turn those who seek to dominate and destroy
towards the way of peace, the work of justice.
In trust, we pledge our lives to no more war,
war never again.
May this be so for all your people on this day
and on every day
held in your unconditional love. Amen (By Chris Koelhoffer, IHM)
Narrator: In the first set of stations we ask God to help us share in the
shock and horror felt by the people of Ukraine today.
The current Russian invasion of Ukraine began for us like in a Soviet movie: Early in the morning, at 5:15, I was woken up abruptly by the sound of a flying fighter jet. My husband looked at the phone and said that it had begun. After another 15 minutes, we heard a terrible explosion and the house shook.
I ran to the nursery. The picture that I saw there will remain for me the main
illustration of this war. My 10-year-old son—thin, in his underpants, still sleepy, was lying by the bed on the rug, curled up, covering his head with his hands, and at the same time, he was calm. He did just as I taught him. Two days before I was indignant that he still did not know how to tie his shoelaces. (Pause 8 to 10 seconds)
Response: Holy One, grant us a feeling of shock.
Station Two: Jesus Takes up His Cross. (by Natalia, from Kyiv)
On the morning of Feb. 25, I did not plan to go anywhere. I wanted to be at home, bake bread in my favorite oven, grow flowers in the backyard. There was no talk of evacuation. On the contrary, my parents and eldest daughter and their friends came to our house in the suburbs of Kyiv.
By lunchtime, [everything had changed]: I had thrown some things in the car,
the children, our dog. Our eldest daughter refused to leave; my parents also
stayed at home. I will never forgive the occupiers for my mother’s words:
“We have already lived our lives. You save the children.” Yes, we understood for eight years that the attack on us was a matter of time; yes, we were taught the Jewish wisdom of the Holocaust: “Believe those who say they want to kill you.” And still, it is impossible to be ready for this. When it happens, the brain denies it. (Pause 8 to 10 seconds)
Response: Holy One, grant us a feeling of dislocation.
Station Three: Jesus Falls for the First Time. By Anna, from Kyiv:
On that day, around our house, literally in front of the gate and on the side of the road, there was a bunch of [Russian] military equipment. For a long time, they just stood there. Then they began to move. Along the way, they fired at residential buildings. They didn’t move fast, they shot thoroughly.
The children and I hid in some corner under the stairs, away from the
windows, crouched on the floor, trying to contain our panic. (Pause 8 to 10
seconds)
Response: Holy One, grant us a feeling of horror.
Narrator: In the second set of stations, we pray to grow in the generosity that Ukrainians have witnessed amidst their own suffering.
Station Four: Jesus Meets his Mother. By Kateryna, from Lugansk:
When food shortages arose in our area, people appeared who distributed milk and sour-milk products, bread and pastries for free. Sometimes they are volunteers, sometimes they are the owners of small shops in our area.
Once, near our entrance as the shelling began, a frail young woman with a
tiny baby in a pouch ran down the path from the other end of the residential
complex [to where the milk was being distributed]. She was immediately
given two packets and offered more. She hesitated and said that she still had
an older child at home and that would be handy, but others might not have
enough. She took the third carton of milk only after she was convinced that
there would be enough for everyone.
At a time when Russian soldiers are deliberately shooting at children’s
hospitals, kindergartens, cars with people, crushing civilians with tanks, a
tiny mother of two children, under the roar of shots, is worried that someone
else nearby will have enough food. It was the first time in all my days that
I cried. (Pause 8 to 10 seconds)
Response: Holy One, teach us to be generous
Station Five: Simon of Cyrene Helps Jesus Carry the Cross. By Natalia, from Kyiv:
I could not sleep. I was shivering as soon as I closed my eyes. I saw my parents saying goodbye to me and my grandchildren. Every sound seemed suspicious.
In the morning I had to take a quick walk with the dog, but the sirens sounded. We just sat on the floor in the bathroom. My eldest son climbed into the cast-iron bath, lay in it and sang. The youngest, sitting on the dog mat, asked curiously why we were sitting in the dark on the floor.
Anna, from Kyiv: They are shelling the houses. A terrible horror. Two things flew into the yard with a whistle and explosions. Then in a respite, [my son] Kirill raises his head and says, “This is just fireworks in my honor!” I am amazed by his optimism. Happy birthday, son! (Pause 8 to 10 seconds)
Response: Holy One, teach us to be generous.
Station Six: Veronica Wipes the Face of Jesus. By Natalia, from Kyiv:
At the border there is a queue of several kilometers. They say we were lucky to have to stay only a day. Others stayed for two or three days. You can’t sleep; you need to be ready to move the car every few minutes. If you miss the queue, others will pass you by. The situation is tense, but volunteers are coming and going, literally persuading you to take hot food, sweets and fruit for the children.
The Poles are incredible people. They carry food, clothing, children’s things,
household chemicals, medicines. They hand out free SIM cards, accommodations and transfers. Both municipal transport and railway tickets are now free for Ukrainians.
The day after we arrived, we went to the station to help Polish volunteers
meet our refugees. When you’re at the train station feeding someone, calming
them down with the mantra “Yes, I only arrived yesterday,” it’s a little easier.
It’s therapy, as [Ukrainian poet] Lina Kostenko once brilliantly formulated it:
“Someone in the world is worse off than you.” (Pause 8 to 10 seconds)
Response: Holy One, teach us to be generous.
Station Seven: Jesus Falls for the Second Time. By Lyudmila, from Mariupol:
Here is hell. Constant shelling. We sit in the basement, sometimes we manage to cook food on a fire. A hole was dug near the entrance to go to the toilet. Very cold. We are still alive, but there is very little food left. As for the rest of our relatives, I don’t know. There is no connection.
(Pause 8 to 10 seconds)
Response: Holy One, teach us to be generous.
Narrator:In the third set of stations, we pray for the strength to not look away from what is happening in Ukraine.
These days, I have a feel for what the concept of “sick horror” means. It is an almost tangible something that lives in the area of the solar plexus. Periodically it spreads its tentacles throughout the body from the inside, compresses every organ, every artery, vein, capillary. It was physically impossible to eat or drink, too. It was impossible to sleep; it was constantly very cold and no blankets and socks could save us. And I couldn’t cry.
On the second day, fear turned into hellish hatred. It grows stronger every
day and becomes almost tangible. (Pause 8 to 10 seconds)
Response: Holy One, give us the faithfulness to not look away
Station Nine: Jesus Falls for the Third Time. By Darla, from Mariupol:
We have been without water, electricity, gas, heating for eight days. Neighbors lit a fire under the house to cook food on it. We stood in line for six hours. There was no bread. Shops have been looted. All the roads around are mined by the Russian military. There are no corridors. It’s not safe to drive because you can get blown up.
Mom said that there was enough food for everyone for a maximum of a week.
After that, there will be no more. They collect snow and boil it.
(Pause 8 to 10 seconds)
Response: Holy One, give us the faithfulness to not look away
Station Ten: Jesus is Stripped of His Garments, by Natasha, from Mariupol:
Half a million Mariupol residents are cut off from life. There are no streets left with undestroyed houses. The bodies of the dead are buried in the courtyards of residential sectors. There is no light, heat, water, food, communications in the city. Children are dying of dehydration. The enemy cynically breaks the promised “green corridors,” blocking any attempts to deliver food and medicines. (Pause 8 to 10 seconds)
Response: Holy One, give us the faithfulness to not look away.
Station Eleven: Jesus is Nailed to the Cross. By Yaroslava, from Borodianka:
A shell hit my apartment in a four-story building. It is no more. Hiding with my mother in the basements of private houses. In Borodianka, Kadyrovites [Chechnyan paramilitary soldiers who are working with the Russian army] are shooting at locals, shelling is constantly being carried out. We are exhausted both physically and mentally. We are constantly crying... (Pause 8 to 10 seconds)
Response: Holy One, give us the faithfulness to not look away.
On Feb. 28, my friend and her family decided to leave.
A rocket hit one of the cars. The whole family burned to death.
(Pause 8 to 10 seconds)
Response: Holy One, give us the faithfulness to not look away.
Narrator: In the final stations, we pray once more for the Holy One to intervene in Ukraine.
Station Thirteen: Jesus is Taken Down from the Cross. By Anna, from Kyiv:
A column of Russian occupying equipment was standing right outside our gates, driving back and forth. But no one looked at them anymore; we just lay on the floor all the time. It was scary to raise our heads. For a week, we lived with the children and the cat in some nook under the stairs.
The worst thing is that at some point you realize that if the explosions are a
little further, then you react more calmly, and you even manage to sleep
fitfully. The horror is that a person gets used to everything.
(Pause 8 to 10 seconds)
Response: Holy One, grant us peace.
Station Fourteen: Jesus is Laid in the Tomb. By Kateryna, from Lugansk:
My parents and I left our homes for the second time in seven years. I can’t express these feelings. People ask me: Are four walls dearer to you than the lives of your loved ones? Of course not. But I perceive my home as a close friend, a living being. And now I again have the feeling, as in 2014, that I betrayed him, abandoned him and did not protect him.
Now our family is safe. But I keep thinking that it would be better if I stayed
at home. Even under shelling it would be easier for me than wandering
around other people’s apartments, without my things and in complete
uncertainty about how long all this will last and whether my house will
survive. (Pause 8 to 10 seconds)
Response: Holy One, grant us peace.
Closing Prayer
The name Mariupol is an honoring of the Divine Mother.
And so, we turn to invoking ancient prayers. Ave Maria for these new wounds:
Ave Maria, courage for the embattled
Ave Maria, safe passage for refugees
Ave Maria, resilience for the aid workers
Ave Maria, consolation for the separated
Ave Maria, hope for the abandoned
Ave Maria, solace for the grieving
Ave Maria, care for the orphans
Ave Maria, wisdom for the peacemakers
Ave Maria, conversion of the hard-hearted.
Ave Maria, your embrace for those who have died.
Holy One, grant the suffering people of Ukraine salvation from bombardment, salvation from torment, salvation from terror and loss. May the promise of the coming of your Kin-dom bring us all closer to the peace that comes from you alone. Amen.
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