Our
Father....
Hail Mary....
Glory Be to the Father....
It
was early Friday morning when I saw my son—my first glimpse
of him since they took him away. His bruised and bleeding skin
shook me almost to despair. Then Pilate, from his chair of judgment,
asked the crowd why they wanted my son executed. They would not
give a reason but only shouted in fury: "Crucify him!" I
wanted to plead with them to stop, but I knew that for this he
had been born, so I held him in my heart and offered myself with
him.
Yes, my children, I want to show you my Son. Enter into this Way of His Cross
with all your heart, as I did on that Good Friday. Recollect yourselves and open
yourselves to the meaning of this brutality. Imagine at first someone who offers
himself to the end, with kingly purpose and steadiness. He does not revolt from
God’s will, he does not flinch from violence, He does not wince from mockery.
He knows what the Passion means and wants all to share this great sacrifice.
Behold my Son, the Author and Prince of peace, and consider: are you truly one
of his disciples, you for whom a look, a frown, a breath of suspicion wounds
deeply and causes you to withdraw from God and neighbor?
Prayer: Lord Jesus Christ, you accepted an unjust judgment.
Grant to us and to all the men and women of our time the grace to remain
faithful to the truth. Save us and our children from bearing the crushing
weight of evil done to innocent people. To you, O Jesus, just Judge, be honour
and glory for ever and ever.
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