Wednesday,
February 24, 2021
But he was wounded for our transgressions, crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the punishment that made us whole, and by his bruises we are healed. (Isaiah 53:5)
After mocking him, they stripped him of the
purple cloak and put his own clothes on him. Then they led him out to crucify
him. (Mark 15:20)
Alone you are, Jesus, stumbling, exhausted, played out; your arms tied rough and hard, shoulders scraped
raw against the coarse grain of the cross as your skull jars harsh against the
cobblestones.
Do you hear their
voices as you lie there—taunts and derision, soldiers’ demands to get up and
get on with the grisly business of the day so they can go drink away the rancid
phlegm stinging their throats before they have to do it all again, maybe
tomorrow?
Or maybe you are so
beaten down that their voices are a distant echo in the background of your soul,
knowing what is to come and wondering if you have grace or strength to be and
do what love requires.
And this? To bear it
all, refusing to return hatred for hatred that the divine heart may be
known—and that we may know it.
This is how the world
is saved. This is how sin’s ugly cycle is shattered, not by force of power or victory over enemies, but
by hearts who repay bitterness with blessing, taking the worst the world can
give and giving back the best.
The way of Jesus.
Pr. David L Miller
We
adore, O Christ, and we bless you.
By
you holy cross you have redeemed the world
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