V/. Adoramus te, Christe, et benedicimus tibi.
From the Gospel according to Saint Luke. 23:46
Then Jesus, crying with a loud voice, said, “Father, into your hands I commend my spirit!” And having said this, he breathed his last.
Jesus hands over his spirit to the Father in serene abandonment. What his persecutors thought to be a moment of defeat proves, in fact, to be a moment of triumph. When a prophet dies for the cause he stood for, he gives the final proof of all that he has said. Christ’s death is something more than that. It brings redemption. “In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses.”
With that begins for me a mystic journey: Christ draws me closer to him, until I shall fully belong to him.
Lord Jesus, it is for my own sins that you were nailed to the Cross. Help me to gain a deeper understanding of the grievousness of my sins and the immensity of your love. For “while we were still weak, Christ died for the ungodly.” I admit my faults as the prophets did long ago:
There was nothing in me to deserve your kindness. Thank you for your immeasurable goodness to me. Help me to live for you, to shape my life after you, to be joined to you and become a new creation.
 Rom 5:6, 8.
 Dan 9:5-6.
 Cf. 1 Cor 11:1.
 Cf. 2 Cor 5:17.
 “Saint Patrick’s Breastplate” (Eighth-century Irish hymn).
Pater noster, qui es in cælis:
Vidit suum dulcem Natum
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