I have come across these words recently and I think that they might be good for reflection and meditation during the next week.
O, Jesus, gentlest love! Unarmed, and nailed fast to the cross, You defeated our enemies! Jesus, its really true that You are our peace, our tranquility, our serenity of conscience. No bitterness or sadness or poverty can touch the soul in whom You live by grace. It stands to reason that such a soul will have perfect happiness and a wealth of joy, for God is happiness itself without a trace of sadness or bitterness. Yes, God is wealth itself. God is the only wealth that never loses its value and that’s safe from all thievery. –Catherine of Sienna, Letters
Perhaps we don’t know what love is. It wouldn’t surprise me at all to learn that this is true, sad but true. Love doesn’t exist—as we like to think—in the degree to which we are happy. No, love exists in the strength of our determination to try to please God in everything we do, each and every day. The important thing is not to think too much but to love much. So start doing whatever most stirs you to love. Teresa of Avila, The Interior Castle.
Then Jesus cries out.
It is a cry of freedom. A cry of hope. A cry of handing over.
It is a cry of giving back. Giving back all his work, his dreams, his love, life, breath, spirit.
It is a cry of pain and agony. It is a cry of resistance to evil.
It is a cry against violence and death.
It is a cry that rends the curtain of the temple in two, and tears the light out of day and throws him clear of hate.
It is a cry that throws him into the arms of Mercy.
It is his death cry and it is the beginning of resurrection.
That cry tears loose anything that holds back God or the kingdom of God from coming among us.
It is a cry for the poor, for those who struggle for justice and for those who hang on for dearer life, for those who hunger and thirst for God’s reign, now, in history.
It is a cry for an alternative to injustice, to despair and inhumanity.
A cry that creates a new world like the original one was intended.
It is a cry of judgment and nothing will ever be the same again.
It is the cry of all human beings caught in death, caught in a world turning on itself and eating each other alive.
It is a cry layered and fraught with meaning.
It is a cry of prayer to God for justice, for security, for defense and for faithfulness that will not be undone by others’ hate and persecution.
It is a cry for all that was lost, for all that life that was torn to shreds, all that life denied to others, all that hope cast away.
All that life that was buried under greed.
All that life that was never allowed to blossom, to grow, to thrive and generate new life.
It is the Cry of Mercy being poured out and Mercy being caught up into the arms of the Father.
It is the Cry of God when we don’t see Him.
(As quoted by Megan McKenna in The New Stations of the Cross: The way of the cross according to scripture)
And finally, Easter Hope…this poem still resonating in my heart: