"And stripping Him, they put a scarlet cloak about Him. And platting a crown of thorns, they put it upon His Head and a reed in His right hand. And bowing the knee before Him, they mocked Him, saying: 'Hail, King of Jews'" (Matt. 27, 28-29).
Prelude:
Again, in spirit, enter the inner court of the House of Pilate; the rude soldiers in derision clothe Jesus with a purple cloak and crown Him with thorns.
Affections:
Thou, my beloved Savior, deserves not to wear the crown that wounded Thy sacred head so deeply; no, it is meet that I who have so often offended Thee should wear it. Thou didst will then, O Jesus, to atone for my sins, to redeem me from eternal pain. Thou wouldst teach me by thy example what honor to seek in this world. Thy thorny crown, O Eternal King, is a crown of humility and compassion. It impresses upon me forcibly the duty of mortification and self-denial.
Grant, O merciful Savior, by Thy infinite love, which urged Thee to suffer so much for me, that henceforth I think of nothing, desire nothing, and seek nothing but to love Thee with my whole heart, and daily to grow in this love.
Jesus Mercy! Mary Help!
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