"And the men that held Him mocked Him and struck Him. And they they smote His Face. And they asked Him, saying: 'Prophesy, who it is that struck Thee?' And blaspheming, many other things they said against Him" (Luke 22, 63-65)
Prelude:
Behold Jesus in the midst of the brutal soldiers and servants, who maltreat Him most shamefully.
Affections:
O my Jesus, I see Thee endure the greatest insults and reviling for love of me, and I blush for shame that I am too weak, too cowardly to endure even the slightest insult for love of Thee. O my Divine Savior, give me Thy holy love; it alone can strengthen and encourage me to endure trials and sufferings with composure, even with a holy joy, in union with Thy sacred passion.
Jesus Mercy! Mary Help!
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