It Was NOT Pretty!

Palm Sunday! The reading of the Passion is so beautiful, and yet the events were not pretty. The Passion wasn't pretty; it was brutal. Our Lord suffered brutality we cannot begin to understand, and He suffered it willingly for love of us. For each one of us, as if each were the only one. I am horrified by the cruelty, the unbelievable cruelty, of those who caused Or Lord such suffering. And yet, I am just as guilty, perhaps more guilty. Perhaps??? They did not know to Whom they did these things. I know. And yet, I commit sins. He knew. He knew all about me, me as an individual, as He hung on the Cross. He hung there, suffering for me, loving me. I am overwhelmed.