Our
Father....
Hail Mary....
Glory Be to the Father....
With
my son finally relieved of the weight of the cross, I thought
he would have a chance to rest. But the soldiers immediately started
to rip his clothes off his blood-clotted skin. He cried out in
pain, as any man would, but then set his jaw and spoke the words
of Psalm 22: “You, O Lord, will not stay far from me; My
Strength, come quickly to help me.” He kept his eyes fixed
on heaven, paying no attention to the rough handling of the soldiers,
as they stripped him naked.
In order to become perfect, my children, you must allow them to despoil, to strip,
and to take everything from you. Love most holy poverty, for if you do, yours
is the kingdom of heaven. Love this spiritual destitution, which leaves you marvelously
free. So long as you hold on to any attachment, you do not fully trust our Heavenly
Father, and you are not free.
Prayer: Lord Jesus, with supreme dedication you
accepted death on the Cross for our salvation. Grant to us and to
all the world’s people a share in your sacrifice on the Cross,
so that what we are and what we do may always be a free and conscious
sharing in your work of salvation. To you, O Jesus, Priest and Victim,
be honour and glory for ever.
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