Suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried, He descended into Hell.
I’ve been sitting here for the last 10 minutes and nothing. I feel nothing. There you are in the tabernacle, but where are you, Jesus? Where Are You?
The thoughts inside my head rage on: Nothing I do is ever good enough. My opinion is worthless, why do I even open my mouth? I’m only good for taking out the trash because that’s all I am – trash. I am a lonely bird on a roof. No one cares to know me for me; they only care about themselves.
All I do in prayer now is repeat over and over: “Jesus is My Constant”. You are Always With ME.
When I am lost or abandoned or neglected or misused or threatened or suffering to the point of death, You are here with me.
You suffered on the Cross for me and at times I don’t care. I spit in Your Face.
Your Face. Your bruised…battered…merciful Face.
You ask me to follow in your footsteps which means accepting all crosses…all curses…all persecution.
You ask me to be a servant. To lead by example…your example. To surrender my life.
To sacrifice…for others…and offer myself as a ransom for many.
You ask me to walk away from gossip, from rudeness, and ultimately to accept public humiliation.
Jesus, my answer is…
Yes…I accept this chalice…I desire to do Your Will.
~ a reflection written by Sr. Mary Augustine of the Crucifixion
For meditation and contemplation:
Romans 5:8 Matthew 20:28 Psalms 102:8 Matthew 28:20 Mark 8:34 Hebrews 2:17-18 Luke 22:42 John 18:1-19:37 CCC 571-637
(Sr. Mary Augustine wants to assure you that isn't her own personal mediation but written from the perspective of someone tempted to despair.)