Consider that those women wept with compassion at seeing Jesus in so pitiable state, streaming with blood, as He walked along. But Jesus said to them, "Weep not for Me, but for your children."
Another curious moment on the Via Dolorosa: our Lord comes to a crowd of women crying wildly over Him as He walks to His doom. Were these women part of those same crowds who had earlier cried for His death? Were they in that crowd that cheered Him as He rode into Jerusalem? Only now do they cry out for Him.
As we contemplate the Way of Sorrows Our Lord has to pass through on our behalf, we should weep. But why do we cry out? What moves us to tears? Is it our sorrow at having caused Him pain? Or is it because we fear the judgment to come?
It is our sin that brings Jesus to such a pass. Sin is something that can only be repaid in blood, our blood. But out of love, Our Lord sheds His blood on our behalf, granting mercy to those who don't deserve it. And because of that, we might become adopted sons of God. But sons act out of love for their fathers, and here, we feel none. We sin, and sin again. And our regret is found only when we realize that we have caused Our Lord to be angry with us. We are like children, who only feel regret at misbehaving because we have been caught with our hands in the cookie jar.
A response during the Three Hours on Good Friday has Jesus confronting us: "O my people, what have I done to thee? or wherein have I afflicted thee? Answer me." And we have no answer. The sorrows we cause Our Lord ought to move us to compassion, because we have harmed the only One who truly loves us. And yet, when we weep, we don't weep for Jesus, we weep for ourselves, because we fear the just punishment that comes our way.
Dear Lord Jesus, I repent of my sins because of the judgment they have merited for me, but because they have cause You so much pain, You who wants only to love me, and be love d by me. Grant me the grace to be able to love You and to avoid causing You pain.
My Jesus, I love Thee more than myself. I repent of having offended Thee. Never permit me to offend Thee again. Grant that I might love Thee always, and then do with me what Thou wilt.