Upon the cross He hangs now, the most abject and despised of all men, the butt for vile jests, a common mark for all to hurl their jibes at. There He hangs, in agony no human lips can tell, no mind conceive, an impostor, a vile hypocrite, a failure.
Come, sinner, gaze upon your work for you have nailed Him there!
COMMENT: On this, the Feast of the Triumph of the Cross, we remember how the instrument of torture on which Christ was abused and insulted, was also the sign of His victory over sin and death.
Let us also remember to pray for the Church around the world, but especially in Ireland. Unfortunately many wish to subject the Church to vile jests and jibes, just as Christ Himself was tormented. Let us pray for grace to touch their hearts, but also very especially that the internal corruption that has occasioned these jibes will be eradicated once and for all.