In me, I want you to
see your own body, your members, your heart, your bones, your blood. You may
fear what is divine, but why not love what is human? You may run away from me
as the Lord, but why not run to me as your father? Perhaps you are filled with
shame for causing my bitter passion. Do not be afraid. This cross inflicts a
mortal injury, not on me, but on death. These nails no longer pain me, but only
deepen your love for me. I do not cry out because of these wounds, but through
them I draw you into my heart. My body was stretched on the cross as a symbol,
not of how much I suffered, but of my all-embracing love. I count it no loss to
shed my blood: it is the price I have paid for your ransom. Come, then, return
to me and learn to know me as you father, who repays good for evil, love for
injury, and boundless charity for piercing wounds.
Indeed we
are called to recognize our own humanity in both the Crucified and Risen Lord. In
the incarnation Jesus reflects back to us, actually reveals to us, our own
humanity. St. Leo the Great will add in a Lenten homily: “Is there anyone whose
own weakness is not recognizable in Christ’s?” And he assures us: “The body that
lay lifeless in the tomb, that rose again on the third day, and that ascended
above the heavens to the Father’s right hand, belongs to us.”
Reflections by Father Dominic.
Reflections by Father Dominic.
