24 March 2014


Now He is led forth to death, carrying His Cross. O what a spectacle is this! Do you see it? Lo, the government is upon His shoulders. See, here is His rod of equity, His rod of empire. Wine mingled with gall is given Him to drink. He is striped of His garments, which are divided among the soldiers; but His tunic is not rent, but passes by lot to one of them. His dear hands and feet are bored with nails; and He, stretched on the Cross, is hung up between thieves. Of God and men the Mediator, He hangs in the midst between heaven and earth; joining lowest things and highest, earthly things and heavenly; and heaven is bewildered, and earth condoles.
"And what of you? No wonder if, while the sun mourns, you mourn also; if, while the earth shakes, you tremble; if, while rocks rend, your heart is torn; if, while the women beside the Cross are all in tears, you cry aloud with them."
Anselm of Canterbury, Meditation #84


  1. Much to ponder here. With Easter drawing nearer, my heart is beating with love for our Saviour, agony seems to come to my mind amidst that love. "And what of you?" is asked. Yes, what of me?
    Caring through Christ, ~ linda
    Visiting from A Holy Experience and glad I did.

    1. Thank you for visiting!
      It seems like whenever we are in this waiting time-yes, we are excited, so full of joy and love; but we are also ever breaking, ever drawing deeper into the dark that comes before the dawn. I hear you. And maybe it is as it should be.

  2. Hi R,

    What love he shows for us, huh? While we were still sinners, he dies for us, and anyone who will choose him.

    Stopping by from Ann's link up to count gifts with you. This is the best one we can all count, huh?

    Jennifer Dougan