The Agony in the Garden

Pray that you may not enter into temptation. And Peter fell asleep. And the other apostles. And you, little friend, fell asleep..., and I too was another sleepy-headed Peter.

Jesus, alone and sad, suffers and soaks the earth with his blood.

Kneeling on the hard ground, he perseveres in prayer.... He weeps for you... and for me. The weight of the sins of men overwhelms him.

Father, if you are willing, remove this cup from me.... Yet, not my will, but yours be done (Lk 22:42).

An angel from Heaven comforts him. Jesus is in agony. He continues, praying more intensely. He comes over to us and finds us asleep: Rise, he says again, and pray that you may not enter into temptation (Lk 22:46).

Judas the traitor: a kiss. Peterís sword gleams in the night. Jesus speaks: Have you come out as against a robber, with swords and clubs to capture me? (Mk 14:48)

We are cowards: we follow him from afar, but awake and praying. Prayer.... Prayer....


The Scourging at the Pillar

Pilate speaks: It is your custom that I release one prisoner to you at the Passover. Whom shall I set free: Barabbas -a thief jailed with others for murder - or Jesus? (Mt 27:17) The crowd, spurred on by their rulers cry: Put this man to death and release Barabbas (Lk 23:18).

Pilate speaks again: What shall I do, then, with Jesus who is called Christ? (Mt 27:22) Crucify him! (Mk 15:14)

Pilate, for the third time, says to them: Why, what evil has he done? I have found in him no crime deserving death (Lk 23:22).

The clamor of the mob grows louder: Crucify him, crucify him! (Mk 15:14)

And Pilate, wishing to please the crowd, releases Barabbas to them and orders Jesus to be scourged.

Bound to the pillar. Covered with wounds.

The blows of the lash sound upon his torn flesh, upon his undefiled flesh, which suffers for your sinful flesh. More blows. More fury. Still more.... It is the last extreme of human cruelty.

Finally, exhausted, they untie Jesus. And the body of Christ yields to pain and falls limp, broken and half dead.

You and I cannot to speak. Words are not needed. Look at him, look at him... slowly.

After this... can you ever fear penance?


The Crowning with Thorns

Our Kingís eagerness for suffering has been fully satisfied!

They lead my Lord to the courtyard of the palace, and there they call together the whole troop (Mk 15:16). The brutal soldiers strip his most pure body. They drape a dirty purple rag about Jesus. A reed, as a sceptre, in his right hand.

The crown of thorns, driven in by blows, makes him a mock king... Hail, King of the Jews (Mk 15:18). And with their blows they wound his head. And they strike him... and spit on him.

Crowned with thorns and clothed in rags of purple, Jesus is shown to the Jewish mob: Ecce Homo. Here is the man! And again the chief priests and their attendants raise the cry, saying: Crucify him, crucify him (Jn 19:5-6).

You and I..., havenít we crowned him anew with thorns, and struck him and spat on him?

Never again, Jesus, never again.... And a firm and practical resolution marks the end of these ten Hail Marys.


The carrying of the Cross

Carrying his cross, Jesus goes out toward Calvary Ėcalled Golgotha in Hebrew (Jn 19:17). And they lay hold of a certain Simon of Cyrene, who is coming from the country; and they make him take the cross and carry it behind Jesus (Lk 23:26).

The prophesy of Isaiah (53:12) has been fulfilled: he was counted among the wicked -for two others, who were robbers, were led out with him to be put to death (Lk 23:32).

If anyone would follow me.... Little friend: we are sad, living the Passion of our Lord Jesus. See how lovingly he embraces the cross. Learn from him. Jesus carries the cross for you: you... carry it for Jesus.

But donít drag the Cross.... Carry it squarely on your shoulder, because your cross, if you carry it like that, will not be just any cross.... It will be the Holy Cross. Donít carry your cross with resignation: resignation is not a generous word. Love the Cross. When you really love it, your cross will be... a cross, without a cross.

And surely you will find Mary on the way, just as Jesus did.


The Crucifixion

For Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews, the throne of triumph is ready. You and I do not see him writhe on being nailed. Suffering all that can be suffered, he spreads his arms with the gesture of an eternal Priest.

The soldiers take his holy garments and divide them into four parts. In order not to tear the tunic, they cast lots to decide whose it shall be. And so, once more, the words of the Scripture are fulfilled: They parted my garments among them, and for my clothes they cast lots (Jn 19:23-24).

Now he is on high.... And close to her Son, at the foot of the Cross, stand Mary... and Mary, the wife of Cleophas, and Mary Magdalen. And John, the disciple Jesus loved. Behold your mother. He gives us his Mother to be our Mother.

Earlier they had offered him wine mixed with vinegar, and when he had tasted it he would not drink it (Mt 27:34).

Now He thirsts... for love, for souls.

It is accomplished (Jn 19:30).

Foolish child, look: all this..., he has suffered it all for you... and for me. Can you keep from crying?