I look to the far distance and I see Longinus, a spear and a cross on which hangs a naked body. The hillock of Calvary stands in desolation, made eternal by a tall cross adorned with the tattered body of the Lord. As I look closer, the cross looks ghastly, soiled with dust, torn flesh, blood, an unmistakable body crowned with thorns and a label which said “Iesus Nazarenes, Rex Iudaeorum- Jesus the Nazarene, King of the Jews”. For the average onlooker a bloody Roman execution unusual for Jews. For the few who were at the upper room for Passover this still was not making sense and many are missing in the silhouette that I see.
Yonder the sun has lost its brilliance hiding into an eclipse, as if ashamed of the callousness of the sheep that turned foe to the shepherd and of some which remained too sheepish and silent. A few were willing to do whatever but felt powerless against the legal and religious courts and the powers of their army, they were afraid for their lives.
From the elevated position the Lord looked down. The fullness of Love made him see no enemies but just bruised reeds and He had only one desire; “Father forgive them for they do not know what they do”. Those words were not easy to speak, hanging on three nails with excruciating pain, lack of breath, dehydration and unspeakable agony added by the unusual scourging, overnight trials, lack of sleep, falling thrice with the cross, loss of blood and to add to it all the agony of the mother witnessing mutely and helplessly the naked body of her dear son so rejected by His own and left to die.
For us Calvary happened 2000 years ago, but for God, who is beyond the time frame and limitations of time, Calvary is then, now and ever. Calvary applied beyond time applies to all of us today as we live our lives. Calvary is there, casting a shadow on us.
Longinus pierced the Lord’s side, on orders to check if He was dead, and the blood and water which gushed out healed Longinus who was blind in one eye. That was the last drop poured out.
The thief who asked the Lord for remembering him, gained paradise in God’s unfathomable justice and Mercy. The thief who mocked him and who despaired and was callous lost the opportunity which was too good to miss. He was not much different from Pilate who asked Jesus, “what is the Truth” while looking at The Truth , yet turned his back on the Truth.
John who stayed with the Mother gained a Mother and the Mother gained a son.
What about me? I too was there. I too am there. I think of the two thieves. Both were there. One gained Paradise and one did not, the second not only lost paradise but added to the pains of the Lord – in two ways, one of sinning further which in turn added to the spiritual suffering and the second of ridiculing which added to the mental suffering of the agonising Lord
Did I add to the Lord’s physical abuse just as those who openly deny His grace?
Or did I appear nice and spiritual but stayed far away, lacking true virtues and went on with the abominations partying with the spirits of Pride, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Lust, Gluttony and sloth; ignoring the cross and the crucified?
I may be getting it right attending weekly confessions, traditional Tridentine mass, daily prayers and what have you, yet when it comes to life in the real world I fail to be humble, I retort, I don’t let anyone humiliate me, I want to be approved, accepted, appreciated.
Or may be I shy away from mortifications and gratify my appetite without exceptions. Or when an opportunity presents, may be I slander, I speak ill, I judge and gossip. And so on..
By one’s many visible activities he may appear to be like St John under the cross, but in reality he may be a combination of the unjust courts, the cruel and mocking soldiers, the thief, the betraying friend and all else that could be combined.
This reminds us, the Cross on Calvary and Longinus piercing his side and the bleak sun is only a part of the picture, if I do not see me there with all my instruments that bruise His body and of the company that I keep, the company of Pride, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Lust, Gluttony and Sloth. The picture is only complete if I put me there as Jesus sees me with the company I keep.
Dear Lord, I am hurting you in many unseen ways, though my spiritual life seem like a fig tree in leaves(Mark 11:12-15); only you can see the lack of fruits. Lord I believe in your words (James 1:5, Luke 11:13, John 15:7-8), help me that I may bear much fruit; fruit that is visible in my every thought, every action and every word. Help me to Love you above all.
I raise, all who struggle just like me, with the chalices being raised in all the Holy masses said throughout the world today, into your pierced hands. Help us, heal us and make us Yours. I pray in Your name Jesus. Amen