O Blood and Water, which gushed forth from the Heart of Jesus, we trust in You. Chaplet of Divine Mercy
Mary receives the dead body of Jesus.
At the Anunciation, the angel announced that Mary would receive God in her own body and give flesh to Him. Now, in the unutterable silence of Good Friday, the Mother of God once again receives the Word of God, as her Divine Son is taken down from the Cross and placed in her arms. From this day, all generations shall call you Blessed Mother, the Madonna of the Pieta. There is no greater pain for a mother than to see her Son die before her eyes. Mary, who brought Our Savior into the world and watched Him grow, stood helplessly at the foot of the Cross. She knew this had to be and she accepted it, stood there and mourned silently.
Jesus is placed in the tomb.
Then they rolled the stone across the mouth of the tomb. Jesus was within and Mary was without. Mary waited in confidence and trust in her eucharistic vigil before the tomb, expecting nothing less than a miracle. There is no greater love than to lay down our life for a friend. Jesus, You gave Your life for us, and You gave us Your Mother. Gazing at Mary, we know that Jesus is with us. Standing at the tomb by Mary's side, we wait, watch and pray...
Mary, Mother of God, by the passion and death of your only Son, give us His life. Make us new, give us the trust of children, give us the childhood of Christ. Grant us, Virgin Mother, a new heaven and a new earth, because we see with His eyes, hear with His ears, work with His hands, walk on His feet, trust with His trust in His Heavenly Father, and love with His heart. Excerpts from poem, Holy Saturday by Caryll Houselander +1954 British mystic, poet and spiritual teacher.
April 23, 2011
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