My Jesus, You were laid
to rest in a stranger's tomb. You were born with nothing
of this world's goods and You died detached from
everything. When You came into the world, men slept and
angels sang and now as You leave it, Creation is silent
and only a few weep. Both events were clothed in
obscurity. The majority of men live in such a way. Most
of us live and die knowing and known by only a few. Were
You trying to tell us, dear Jesus, how very important
our lives are just because we are accomplishing the
Father's Will? Will we ever learn the lesson of humility
that makes us content with who we are, where we are and
what we are?
Will our Faith ever be strong enough to see power in
weakness and good in the sufferings of our lives? Will
our Hope be trusting enough to rely on Your Providence
even when we have nowhere to lay our head? Will our Love
ever be strong enough not to take scandal in the cross?
My Jesus, hide my soul in Your heart as You lie in the
Sepulcher alone. Let my heart be as a fire to keep you
warm. Let my desire to know and love You be like a torch
to light up the darkness. Let my soul sing softly a hymn
of repentant love as the hours pass and Your
Resurrection is at hand. Let me rejoice, dear Jesus,
with all the Angels in a hymn of praise and thanksgiving
for so great a love- so great a God- so great a day!
Amen
