And He closed in solemn order, Wondrously His life of woe. (The Most Blessed Eucharist)
Oh my Jesus, Beneath Thy Cross I stay.
And oh what beauty it is:
Here beneath these signs are hidden, Priceless things to sense forbidden, Signs, not things are all we see.
From the Lauda Sion - by St. Thomas Aquinas on the Most Blessed Sacrament, Jesus, present body, blood, soul and divinity.
And with what desire Jesus wants to give Himself to us:
At Holy Hour today, at the altar of repose:
Today, Holy Thursday, is the day of the Master's last farewells. - A dear full of love, and the start of His agonies. Oh, how His Heart is most sorrowful even unto death. The anguish of an inexpressible sorrow invades the Heart of Jesus. And today, Holy Thursday, is the day He had to say goodbye to His Mother - whom She had, with her most sublime Fiat, begun the salvation of men. Tomorrow, Good Friday, her Fiat which was pronounced in the happy little house of Nazareth, it must be consummated tomorrow on a cross of ignominy and of blood. Her Fiat crushing for a Mother, but sovereign in its redemptive power. Now, night has come, Jesus confides His desolate Mother to His faithful friends of Bethany and to His Angels. Then He leaves, His soul bathed in an agony a thousand times more piercing and more bitter than death itself.
-Adapted from 20 Holy Hours by Fr. Mateo Crawley Boevey, SS.CC.
"Could you not, then, watch one hour with me?" - Matthew 26:40
Oh my Love! What beauty, what mystery! (Sacra Mysterium).
Have a good Good Friday :) Dominus vobiscum, et cum spiritum tuo.
Amor meus crucifixus est. O, parce Domine, parce populo tuo: ne in aeternum irascaris nobis.
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