I spent several hours thinking about the last words of your reflection on Veronica and on Duk Soon Fwang’s painting about Veronica’s meeting Jesus on his way to the cross. I believe that Veronica saw the face of Jesus, as it was, before she pressed her veil to his face.
There Had To Be Veronica The inquisition, the scourging, the beating, the stripping of his garments, the mockery of the purple robe, the piercing pain of the crown forced onto head. The cobblestone road, torture on his bare feet, the beam across his shoulders, carried with his arms folded over it from back to front, sheer agony for his bones and muscles, the sweat and blood running from his head wounds blinding his eyes. The woman who stepped out, against the screaming crowd of jeering and weeping humanity, removed her veil and raised it toward his suffering face, only her hand revealing her courage, her compassion, her love. Gloria Ziemienski March 2019