By Terence Sweeney, First Things - And yet there were those Fridays in Lent. We would arrive and find our seats amid old ladies, other families, and Msgr. Watson, who seemed shocked that Stations were still a going thing. Most of the time, I wondered why there was so much genuflecting, kneeling, and standing with so little sitting. We would grudgingly walk around the church while reciting St. Alphonsus Liguori's meditations on the Stations, trying to remember how many there were.