“Do not work for food that perishes but for the food that endures for eternal life…”
On a day such as this, our Lord, our God, our Savior Jesus the Christ was crucified.
It is hard to imagine just what He went through that long, hard day.
It is certainly a good exercise to meditate on Christ’s Passion. It bears great spiritual fruit.
This particular morning, exhaustion is on my mind.
I think of all those who are staggering out of bed. All those faces I shall soon see on the crowded bus, the claustrophobic subway car, the bitterly hot city street.
Of course those faces can also be seen in the suburbs and the country. Those faces are all over the place.
All those Josephs. All those Marys. All those Peters and Pauls. All those just like you and me, like yours and mine—all on their way to work—each carrying a cross made of wood, no matter what the job may entail or what the work may look like, no matter if the “work” performed results in “pay” or not.
Exhaustion. Being spent. Having been completely poured out. Nothing left but fumes.
And many whom I shall see this morning will return this evening to ungrateful companions: spouses, children, in-laws, neighbors…all those in their lives who they provide for, but who rarely think about the effort it takes to generate that provision—let alone, to say, “Thank you”.
Jesus kept walking.
Patience. Strength. Perseverance.
Lord, teach us. Show us. Show us Your blessed face.
Can we see You today in the tired, the taken for granted, the exhausted? Can we pour ourselves out on Your behalf? Can we serve those who serve others?
Can we be instruments of encouragement? Can we help the anonymous Jesus right next to us carry His Cross? And can we do all this in complete and perfect union with Jesus and all for the love of You, Lord God?
Father, can we continue to ask You questions such as these? Questions that bring us closer to You, and closer to the Passion of Your Dearly Beloved Son.
I love You, Jesus. Let me never take for granted Your crucifixion. Let me never take for granted Your exhaustive gift—a gift that took every bit of You and yet never runs out—a gift exclusively for me and at the very same time exclusively for each and every other member of mankind.
You, Lord God—Father, Son, Holy Spirit: Most Holy Trinity—are everywhere: on crowded buses, on claustrophobic subway cars, on bitterly hot city streets. You are all over the place. You are in so many who don’t even know that You are in them. Let me see You in them. And may that blessed encounter also be the moment in which he and she comes to recognize Your Divine Presence residing deep within.
You are God.
You died for each of us.
Your Passion continues.
On the Third Day, You rose again.
The Third Day is also today—this very day—this new and blessed day.
You are risen. You are risen, indeed!
So they said to him, “What can we do to accomplish the works of God?”
Jesus answered and said to them, “This is the work of God, that you believe in the one he sent.”