The piercing of St. Padre Pio of Pietrelcina, one of a few saints to endure such a participation in the cross. |
You may wish you could work miracles, but you might pause to consider if you are strong enough to suffer that much. There are certainly things I wish i could cure, starting with relatives and friends who are suffering grievously. It is hard to stand by and watch other people so close to you suffering the injustice and indignity of life at the hands of others, and be unable to change a thing.
Brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers, spouses and friends all suffer before our eyes, and unless God opens us, we cannot feel what they are enduring, and can only feel the aching love trying to reach across our abyss.
It is certain that the proud will likely be indifferent, not caring that they do not feel ,and do not care to feel the slightest discomfort.
But to even see the pain transpiring, you must stand before the cross of Christ itself, and that risks really feeling. To feel that much, can be devastating, and profoundly affect your ability to function at all. But for the sake of those I know and those I don't, I stand at arm's length before the cross. That means participating in His passion, according to the seasons of the year; some are harder than others.
The level of self reveals itself in the willingness to enter where He urges you to go. It is one thing to stand apart and see the tears; it is another thing to participate in something that goes completely contrary to one's own preferences. It is amazing to see how selfish we can be, and how childish our preferences are. We usually think we are pretty sophisticated, and even proud we may be at what we can endure, but if it comes from the Lord, it can easily surpass our all entirely.
Listen, and in the darkness, in the solitude within, approach Him when He asks you to come forward, and let your spirit rest in His arms. The world cannot continue on its same old way when people react that way. Wars can be stopped dead in their tracks. The reason currents wars have not been stopped does not lie in our imagination, but in our willingness to fall into His arms and be penetrated by the nails.