Our
Father....
Hail Mary....
Glory Be to the Father....
As
they threw Jesus on the cross, he allowed himself to be impaled
by the large iron stakes used in Roman crucifixions. As they punctured
his hands and his feet I felt the blood draining from my face
and my heart. They lifted up the cross. He himself had said, a
few days earlier: “This is my body, which will be given
up for you.” And here it was, his body, my body, given up.
My children, you do not yet know what the cross is—you cannot know it.
What you imagine to be your cross is just in your imagination. Only when it is
given you, only when you bear it and lay your bodies down upon it, only when
you are nailed to it, will you know your particular way of sanctification. Ask
for nothing, but refuse nothing. Behold my Son allowing himself to be nailed,
saying nothing, refusing nothing. He trusts his Father in Heaven, and we all
must summon the courage to do the same.
Prayer: O Christ lifted high, O Love crucified,
fill our hearts with your love, that we may see in your Cross the
sign of our redemption and, drawn by your wounds, we may live and
die with you, who live and reign with the Father and the Spirit,
now and for ever.
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