My Jesus, where were all
the hundreds of peoples whose bodies and souls were
healed by you? Where were they when You needed someone
to give You the least sign of comfort? Ingratitude must
have borne down upon Your heart and made the cross
nearly impossible to carry. There are times I too feel
all my efforts for Your Kingdom are futile and end in
nothingness. Did your eyes roam through the crowd for
the comfort of just one individual - one sign of pity -
one sign of grief?
My heart thrills with a sad joy when I think of one
woman, breaking away from fear and human respect and
offering You her thin veil to wipe Your bleeding Face.
Your loving heart, ever watching for the least sign of
love, imprinted the Image of your torn Face upon it! How
can You forget Yourself so completely and reward such a
small act of kindness?
I must admit, I have been among those who were afraid to
know You rather than like Veronica. She did not care if
the whole world knew she loved You. Heartbroken Jesus,
give me that quality of the soul so necessary to witness
to spread Your Word - to tell all people of Your love
for them. Send many into Your Vineyard so the people of
all nations may receive the Good News. Imprint Your
Divine Image upon my soul and let the thin veil of my
human nature bear a perfect resemblance to your loving
Spirit.
Amen
