I often cry when I pray the Sorrowful Mysteries or the Stations of the Cross. The magnitude of God's love is incomprehensible. Jesus loves us so much that he takes on the sins of the world for all time. He loves us so much that that he dies for us. He is the ultimate sacrifice. It makes me want to be good, so that I'm not the one who is driving the thorn deeper into his head. But every time I come to the 8th Station:
Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for me; weep instead for yourselves and for your children, for indeed, the days are coming when people will say, ‘Blessed are the barren, the wombs that never bore and the breasts that never nursed.’ ~ Luke 23:28
I am startled to realize how accurately it portrays our modern times. Many people consider children a burden, not only to parents and society, but also earth. I was one of those women who wanted to have it all and did, but only now realize how much I slipped down the slippery slope of calling that which is bad good, and vice versa. We're crawling up and out, but not without knowing that some things are irreversible.
Msgr. Charles Pope writes eloquently on this passage here.