O Jesus, the Blood is pouring from Your Face, cut by the blows of the soldiers! Your
eyes are swollen and filled with tears… not from physical pain, but from the much greater
agony of seeing Your Love rejected.
Precious Jesus, the thorns are piercing Your head, streams of Blood run down into Your Beautiful Eyes. Your whole Face is red with Your Precious Blood. You can no longer be recognized. You are truly the Man of Sorrows.
O my God, they have even spit in Your Face! What an abomination! Yet, You endure it for me. You endure it so that You will not have to spend eternity without me. You are thinking: Anything, if only she will love Me. No pain is too great, no humiliation too much, only that she may love Me and be Mine forever. I endure all for Love, for I AM LOVE.
The above is true, but it does not even begin to approach the reality of the Love Jesus Christ bears for each one of us. When we contemplate His Passion, and meditate on the humiliation, suffering, torture, rejection, hatred, physical agony and more that He suffered for us, there is one thing that we can spare Him…..not loving Him in return.
Oh, let us love Him, let us love Him and cling to Him this week, so that we will know that 2000 years ago when He went to the Cross for us, He Saw Us Loving Him Now, and that is how the angel comforted Him in Gethsemane, and that is why He found the strength to struggle to His feet again after He had fallen. Your love, my love, our love consoled Him long before we were born, for He saw that we would accept His Mercy and allow Him to wash away our sins in the River of Divine Blood that flowed on that Day.
During this Holy Week, let us implore His Mercy for those who do not know, do not yet love Him. Through the intercession of our Sweet Mother of Sorrows, may our number multiply, that Jesus, so long ago may see from His Cross, countless souls standing beneath the Blood and Water which flowed from His Side…..
He knew us, even as He was dying for our sins. He knew that we would claim Him as our Savior and King. He was consoled by our love.
But how much do we love Him? It is not too late, even now, to tenderly kiss that disfigured Holy Face…..once betrayed by a kiss. To kiss with love and tenderness the Face of God.
And as He never forgot Mary anointing Him with fragrant perfume, or Veronica wiping His Face with her veil, neither will He forget you.
We are all in that crowd watching. What will we do?
How much do we dare to love JESUS?