Today, nothing speaks to me of love more loudly than does seeing Jesus Christ, God-made-Man and savior of all, nailed to a cross. A life not taken, but freely given. The true value of a gift is not only a measure of its intrinsic worth, but also of what it cost the giver.
Maybe this is the reason I begin to dry-heave in the presence of a resurucifix. You know, the crosses with the risen Jesus on them. Sometimes it looks like He’s jumping or leaping off the cross. Guess I missed the verse in the Gospel where Jesus climbed back up the cross and ascended into heaven.
These silly things make absolutely no sense theologically, biblically, or spiritually. Only in a society where no value at all can been seen in suffering could this exist.
Prayer Before a Crucifix
Look down upon me, good and gentle Jesus, while before Your face I humbly kneel, and with burning soul pray and beseech You to fix deep in my heart lively sentiments of faith, hope, and charity, true contrition for my sins, and a firm purpose of amendment; while I contemplate with great love and tender pity Your five wounds, pondering over them within me, and calling to mind the words which, long ago, David the prophet spoke in Your own person concerning You, my Jesus: "They have pierced My hands and My feet; they have numbered all My bones."