In this twelfth station the hatred of men and the love of Jesus reach flood-tide, and then His ebbing Blood leaves at last His Sacred Body lifeless on the Cross. Greater love than this no man hath-than that a man lay down his life for his friends. Jesus laid down His for His enemies.
Jesus, no one can deny the grandeur of Your sacrifice, even though he fail to comprehend its widest extension and its fullest meaning. Have mercy on me, my Jesus, that turning from the world like the penitent thief, I may claim the heaven of Your love.
Mother of God, Refuge of sinners, pray for me.
(From The Holy Face in the Way of the Cross with etchings by Hippolyte Lazerges and reflections by Father Page, C.S.C. aka Fr. Gerald Fitzgerald, sP, the founder of the Handmaids of the Precious Blood, published by the St. Columban's Fathers Foreign Mission Society)
Beautiful, Anne. We will never understand fully what He did for us.
ReplyDeleteGod Bless.