Here is a moment and a mystery too deep to approach without reverence: A mother's love for her dying child confronted with the Love both of her Son and of her God, a collision of love and beauty in the midst of darkness and violence. Amidst a crowd of hearts filled only with hate or apathy, the fullest and most beautiful hearts that have ever been come together again as at their first meeting in Nazareth. Then, as in this moment: "Behold, the Handmaiden of the Lord. Be it done to me according to Thy Word." (Luke 1:38) And so, when we feel helpless to help those we love in their pain, may we learn the soothing balm which your loving gaze must have been for Your Son in the dreadful hour of His Passion. Pray for us, Our Lady of Sorrows, that we may be filled with the compassion of Christ.
We adore You O Christ, and we praise You, for by Your Holy Cross, You have Redeemed the World. Amen.
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