Holy Monday

Today is Monday of Holy Week and I find myself thinking about my own weakness. I had a mental picture of sitting at my desk (which faces out with my books on two shelves behind me) and then them falling and crushing me. I got a call from my dad about another friend of mine (from the church I grew up in) who is having a malignant tumor removed from his colon. He is younger than me. The world is in great pain and many I know are struggling.

And yet, Jesus gave his back to those who struck him, and his cheeks to those who pulled out the beard; he did not hide his face from insult and spitting. (Isaiah 50:6) It is in his very wounds that we can hide and it is his body and blood that will save us to life everlasting.

Jesus, betrayed with a kiss,
Have mercy upon us.
Jesus, judged worthy of death,
Have mercy upon us.
Jesus, spit upon, blindfolded, and struck with blows
Have mercy upon us.
Jesus, bruised and scourged for our iniquities,
Have mercy upon us.
Jesus, laden with the Cross and led to Calvery
Have mercy upon us.
Jesus, nailed to the Cross,
Have mercy upon us.
Jesus, raised up on the Cross,
Have mercy upon us.
Jesus, bearing our sins in your own body on the tree,
Have mercy upon us.
Jesus, by whose stripes we are healed,
Have mercy upon us.

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