Sixth Station: Veronica wipes the face of Jesus with her cloth.
Our
Father....
Hail Mary....
Glory Be to the Father....
As
I continued close by Jesus, a woman pushed past the guards, took
off her veil and began to wipe my son's sweating, bloody face.
The guards immediately pulled her back. Her face seemed to say, "Why
are you doing this to him?" This single act of kindness will
not go unremembered, as long as men shall live, I thought.
Veronica followed the impulse of her heart and did not worry or even think about
what the other bystanders would think. You, too, I beg of you, follow the impulses
of your heart in rushing to comfort others in suffering. Be entirely simple,
and do the least little things for others, for God, with great love. May nothing
frighten you, may nothing prevent you from building a civilization of love, one
broken body at a time.
Prayer: Lord Jesus Christ, you accepted a woman’s
selfless gesture of love, and in exchange ordained that future generations
should remember her as “Veronica,” that is, “true image” of
God’s face. Grant that our works and the works of all who will come
after us will make us also into “true images” of Christ. May
we too reflect your infinite love. To you, O Jesus, splendour of the Father’s
glory, be praise and glory for ever.
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