I love to contemplate the third sorrowful mystery, the Crowning with Thorns. It sounds morbid doesn’t it? I see so much love and dignity in this mystery. Here the King of the Universe, who could be crowned with comets, stars, the milky way, the entire universe, allows His Sacred Head to be pierced most cruelly by vicious thorns. There is so much irony. The crown of thorns has more majesty, more honour, more dignity, more everything good and virtuous than the most jewelled crown on earth.
I contemplate His bruised and battered face, so disfigured, unrecognizable. In that disfigurement I see the depths of His love for all of us. Lord, how is it possible that You love us so much?
Our beautiful Church will also be bruised, bloodied and disfigured. I will love her all the more because of it, as she follows Our Lord’s bloody footsteps in her own passion.
I look at the crown of thorns and I am in awe. I swear my fealty to the King crowned with thorns, in pain, bloodied, beaten and bruised. This is love to the limit, to the extreme. What a King we have! Lord, Jesus, King of the Universe, I live my life in allegiance to you.
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