We invite you to quiet yourself and enter into peaceful, prayerful state. Read Blessed Titus Brandsma’s reflection on Albert Servaes’ Sixth Station of the Cross. Brandsma’s sincere sorrow and love shine through these meditations, the portent of his own Christ-like passion and death at Dachau. Using the question(s) at the end of each reflection, Allow Titus’ words to inspire your own authentic prayer and meditation.
Ah, Veronica, you went in search of your beloved. He was near you but your eyes no longer recognized his likeness. Yet your eyes met the glance of his eyes, and they appealed to you: “See what has been done to me. By my face and bearing you do not see that it is I, but behold my clothing that has been put on put on me, so that I can be recognized.”
Oh God, how your beauty must have been deformed. Yes, your beautiful face was all covered with sweat and blood, smeared with spittle and filth, unrecognizable through the green of the crown of thorns mixed with the black of the hands which plaited it about your brows, beaten blue with the welts and scratches of the scourging, swollen red from the blow on the cheek of the mailed fist of the judge’s servant; the beard torn out in places with a violence that, according to some representations, even tore the corners of your mouth. Oh, we think we cannot stand to see you thus, yet the fact is that you suffered it all for us.
With Veronica we want to wipe your face, because we would again recognize you as our Lord full of majesty, but alas, no cloth wipes away your deformity. On the contrary, you’re wonderful kindness has printed on that cloth an image in which we see your holy, suffering face, so that we may yet print it deeply on our spirit.
O Veronica, with you I will go to Jesus to rid him of all that filth and recognize him again. With you may I be granted the favor of having Jesus’ image remain behind in my hands and engraving deeper on my spirit that image of unfathomable woe.
Oh Lord, let me not, like Simon, close my eyes to your image printed on the cloth, but let me ever anew imagine what suffering you have had to undergo on account of my sins.
Where do you recognize our Lord in your daily life?
Are there ways in which Jesus’ image is engraved on your heart? In what ways?