The Passion lives on in heaven and in the sacraments
Friday, July 23rd, 2010
The Crown Of Thorns, by Carl Heinrich Bloch (1834-1890)
YESTERDAY, we saw how in our common prayer we present to God the life and Passion of Christ, doing upon earth what Christ does evermore in heaven.
On that occasion, we heard from St Anselm, Bishop Andrewes, and Bishop Taylor. Here now is a more recent writer on the same subject, showing movingly the unbroken golden thread of catholic faith that runs through the English Church.
O HOW little have I said of the Passion, when the whole world might be filled with It, when all eternity will be full of It, when, in all eternity, we shall never weary of admiring, thanking, adoring It!
Shall we perhaps know more and more of It throughout eternity and love It more? I cannot but think that we shall, if through Its precious merits we attain thither.
Our’s will be no mere reflection upon It; we shall ever see It: for we shall for ever see the prints of the nails in the glorified Body of Jesus.
Yes, this is an addition to the condescension of His Passion; this is part of the mystery of His love, that the Passion lives on there eternally. Perseverance is our highest conception of love; we are so changeable, so unpersevering! The Passion lives on in Heaven: it lives on upon earth in the Sacraments. [...]
His Presence intercedes; the Wounds, which for us He endured, intercede. He intercedes as our High Priest. How did the High Priest intercede? By presenting the blood of the sacrifice. Jesus intercedes then by presenting Himself.
Yet this is again another condescension of the love of our God. He wills not, that the memory of the contumely and contempt, which He endured for us, should fade or pass away. It is part of the continual outstretched contemplation of the blessed Angels. We know that the prints of the nails, and the spear-pierced Side, are, as they were, in glory.
For the Angel said to the Apostles, that “this Jesus, Who is taken up from you into heaven, shall so come in like manner as ye have seen Him go into heaven.”
But He went with those prints of the nails, into which St. Thomas put his fingers, and that wound in the Side into which he was bid to thrust his hand. Well then may we think, that there are the traces of the Crown of thorns, the punctures in the Forehead through which they pierced Him, and perhaps the wales of the scourges.
There they are, but in what glory! All creation, to its utmost bounds, adores the condescension of its God. But the love of that condescension was for us.












"[Politicians] are employed in framing laws and statutes for preventing crimes, and keeping the disorderly multitude within bounds; and at the same time, by personally discountenancing public worship, they are weakening, they are even abolishing, among the multitude, that moral restraint which is of more general influence upon manners than all the laws they frame."
I FIND, by experience, that by often seeing her Portrait, & that of her Dearest Son, I many times recall Him & His Merits, her & her Perfections, to my mind, which before was void of such Heavenly Guests.
