His Pain-Like Mine
by Mother M. Angelica
We often look at Jesus with an attitude of predestination--a cold, hard-hearted
acceptance of His sufferings and pain. We think, at least in our subconscious, that
somehow He had to do what He did and so we sluff it all off with a shrug of our shoulders,
without a thought of the awesome wonder of a suffering God. We cannot comprehend a love
that desires to feel our misery. The only love we understand is the kind that warms our
heart and affects our emotions. We prefer that our love feels pity or sympathy, but not
the actual pain of the one we love.
We may see someone with cancer, but we would never desire to actually feel every sharp,
throbbing pain. We often say we would rather suffer than see those we love suffer, but
this is for the most part, a mere expression of sympathy.
Our meditations on His sufferings are shallow and distant--expressions of pity if we
have any devotion or an acceptance of an historical fact that He came, suffered and died.
We laboriously try to remember this reality during Lent and quickly forget it at Easter.
We joyfully set aside His sufferings and don our Easter clothes as if to shed some
disagreeable event by starting anew. Yes, the joy of His resurrection should always be in
our hearts and give us that hope that knows no sadness. But do we not lose the one element
of Easter that assures our hope of a never ending source of joy? "See My Hands and My
Feet," Jesus told the doubting Thomas. His risen, glorious body continues to carry
wounds, but these wounds provide our greatest consolation, our deepest joy and our
assuring hope. These wounds open to us the secrets of His Love and give us a confident
trust in His mercy. We can no longer doubt His love for us--we can no longer chide Him for
permitting injustice in our lives while He never felt this painful sting.
Before redemption we may well have asked Him, "How do You know what it means to
suffer, Oh God? Did You ever feel hungry or thirsty? Have Your nights ever been full of
fears and Your days long hours of painful endurance? Have You ever felt lonely or
rejected? Has anyone treated You unjustly and have You ever cried? Has the powerful wind
You created ever pierced Your bones and made You shiver with cold? Have you ever needed a
friend and then, when he came along, watched him turn against You?"
His answer to all these questions would have been, "No." But now, we can no
longer wonder, because His love has answered our unasked questions--has desired to feel
what our nature feels--endure our weaknesses and limitations of our sinner
condition--shouldered our yoke and shuddered from the cold wind.
"The birds have nests and the foxes dens," He told His disciples, "but
the Son of Man has nowhere to lay His Head." (Luke 9:58) The realization that the
love of Jesus shared and continues to share in our sorrows and pain, gives us that joy
"no man can take away." Our continual Easter joy is mysteriously woven and
interwoven with the cross.
The Christian experiences and lives a paradox. He possesses joy in sorrow, fulfillment
in exile, light in darkness, peace in turmoil, consolation in spiritual dryness,
contentment in pain and hope in desolation. A dedicated Christian has the ability to take
the present moment, look at it head on, recall the spirit of Jesus under similar
circumstances and act accordingly. It is difficult, but He told us it would be, for the
happiness He promised is beyond this life. We are given the opportunity to condition
ourselves to live forever with Holiness Itself.
Excerpted from Mother M. Angelica, "His Pain--Like Mine", (c) 1976 Journey
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