Even in his agony, he would find words for others. Standing before Pilate, he had “no further response.” (Mark 15:5)
Now others were suffering. They needed consolation.
“Daughters of Jerusalem, weep not for me, but for yourselves and your children.” (Luke 23:28)
His compassion penetrates all the Jerusalems where mothers weep. Weep over children who sit in marbled silence like rows of tombstones . . .over children starving and unaware of scraps falling from the tables of those with bigger and better barns.
Gold star mothers still meet, still weep, quiet but unforgetting tears.
It’s easy to absorb numbers.
1,000 here . . . 10,000 there . . .
If we concentrate through a mother’s heart
on just one human being . . .
All the love invested . . .
All the care given . . .
All the education afforded . . .
All the dreams vanished . . .
All the potential unrealized.
One precious unique human being — dead or dying
The horror and ugliness . . . bearable only as a cross.
The loveliest masterpiece of the heart of God is the heart of a mother. Saint Therese de Lisieux
My eyes are worn out with weeping
. . . my heart plummets at the destruction
of my young people.
. . . the children and babies grow faint . . .
They keep saying to their mothers:
“Where is some food?”
as they faint like wounded men in the streets of the city. . .
as they breathe their last on their mothers’ breasts.
Photo: A Frail Baby Enfolded in the Arms of Mother Teresa, by
Song: “Wonderful, Merciful Savior,” performed by Selah