For I am living in the new Jerusalem and even now there is much “hid from” my eyes…
Christ cried when He was on Earth.
I do not just mean that He cried as a baby to tell the Blessed Virgin that He was hungry or tired. I do not just mean that He cried involuntarily when He was tortured during His Passion and Death on the Cross. I mean, that He actually voluntarily wept tears and that weeping was so profoundly disturbing to His disciples – to see their Lord and Master in such sadness – that they remembered it and spoke about it years and years later when Saint Luke was asking them about it…
“And when He drew near and saw the city He wept over it, saying, ‘Would that even today you knew the things that make for peace! But now they are hid from your eyes. For the days shall come upon you, when your enemies will cast up a bank about you and surround you, and hem you in on every side, and dash you to the ground, you and your children within you, and they will not leave one stone upon another in you; because you did not know the time of your visitation.’” (Luke 19:41-44).
And I have been reflecting on that passage today. You see, it was on that day – looking out onto Jerusalem – that Christ, who is God made Man, saw the implications of all that was to come.
He saw every sin that would be committed by people who rejected Him and His message as God. He saw all the needless suffering that would be caused. He saw not only the eternal damnation – the eternal death – of every single soul who would ever reject God, but He also saw the individual damnation of every one of those souls.
In other words, He did not grieve impersonally for the souls of the damned. He grieved PERSONALLY for each individual soul that would ever be created in all the world, because He LOVES every single soul. And that means that a soul damned – a dead soul – wounds the Heart of God more profoundly than the loss of a child wounds its mother.
And so today, I have been reflecting on the Sacred Tears of God – who cried as He faced Jerusalem. For I believe that He continues to cry… For I am living in the new Jerusalem and even now there is much “hid from” my eyes…
And I think about that today, as I reflect on the words of the Angel of Fatima, who appeared to the three visionaries of Fatima and said, “Take and drink the Body and Blood of Jesus Christ, horribly outraged by ungrateful men. Make reparation for their crimes and console your God.”
And I ask Saint Francisco to help me to “Console my God”. For Saint Francisco said, “How beautiful God is, how beautiful! But He is sad because of the sins of men. I want to console Him, I want to suffer for love of Him.”
And today, I ask for that, which is the Grace to be able to console my God – for I cannot bear to see Him weep…
For with prayer, I stand on Holy Ground where everything is clear. Here. At the Foot of the Cross.
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