How could any human
impose such a burden upon Your torn and bleeding body,
Lord Jesus? Each movement of the cross drove the thorns
deeper into Your Head. How did You keep the hatred from
welling up in Your Heart? How did the injustice of it
all not ruffle your peace? The Father's Will was hard on
You - Why do I complain when it is hard on me?
I see injustice and am frustrated and when my plans to
alleviate it seems futile, I despair. When I see those
burdened with poverty suffer ever more and cross is
added to cross my heart is far from serene. I utterly
fail to see the dignity of the cross as it is carried
with love. I would so much rather be without it.
My worldly concept is that suffering, like food, should
be shared equally. How ridiculous I am, dear Lord. Just
as we do not all need the same amount of material food,
neither do we need the same amount of spiritual food and
that is what the cross is in my life, isn't it -
spiritual food proportional to my needs.
Amen
