My Jesus, I am amazed at
Your compassion for others in Your time of need. When I
suffer, I have a tendency to think only of myself but
You forgot Yourself completely. When You saw the holy
women weeping over Your torments, You consoled them and
taught them to look deeper into Your Passion. You wanted
them to understand that the real evil to cry over was
the rejection You suffered from the Chosen people - a
people set apart from every other nation, who refused to
accept God's Son.
The Act of Redemption would go on and no one would ever
be able to take away Your dignity as Son of God, but the
evil, greed, jealousy and ambition in the hearts of
those who should have recognized You was the issue to
grieve over. To be so close to God made man and miss Him
completely was the real crime.
My Jesus, I fear I do the same when I strain gnats and
then swallow camels - when I take out the splinter in my
brother's eye and forget the beam in my own. It is such
a gift - this gift of faith. It is such a sublime grace
to possess Your own Spirit. Why haven't I advanced in
holiness of life? I miss the many disguises you take
upon Yourself and see only people, circumstances and
human events, not the loving hand of the Father guiding
all things. Help all those who are discouraged, sick,
lonely and old to recognize Your Presence in their
midst.
Amen
