Station 11: Jesus Is Nailed to the Cross

Healing hands forever wounded. Comforting hands locked in clawed agony. Eternal life fused to the instrument of death. Yet, love, not nails, secures them in paradoxical union.

Suspended between heaven and earth, a lightning rod before evil’s wrathful thunderstorm. Black havoc strikes at beauty’s core. Fury upon fury unleashed upon the Abandoned One.