It is
hard to imagine a God being nailed to a cross by His own
creatures. It is even more difficult for my mind to
understand a love that permitted such a thing to happen!
As those men drove heavy nails into Your hands and feet,
dear Jesus, did You offer the pain as reparation for
some particular human weakness and sin? Was the nail in
Your right hand for those who spend their lives in
dissipation and boredom?
Was the nail in Your left hand in reparation for all
consecrated souls who live lukewarm lives? Were You
stretching out Your arms to show us how much You love
us? As the feet that walked the hot, dusty roads were
nailed fast, did they cramp up in a deadly grip of pain
to make reparation for all those who so nimbly run the
broad road of sin and self-indulgence?
It seems, dear Jesus, Your love
has held You bound hand and foot as Your heart pleads
for a return of love. You seem to shout from the top of
the hill "I love you - come to me - see, I am held fast
- I cannot hurt you - only you can hurt Me." How very
hard is the heart that can see such love and turn away.
Is it not true I too have turned away when I did not
accept the Father's Will with love? Teach me to keep my
arms ever open to love, to forgive and to render service
- willing to be hurt rather than hurt, satisfied to love
and not be loved in return.
Amen
