Interiorly I have been contemplating Jesus’ Eucharistic face. I see Him, as in the scene of The Passion of the Christ, when Jesus is sitting alone crowned with thorns after having been mocked by the soldiers. I seem to enter His silence. In His silence, I can touch His sorrow and pain. His gaze draws me into His SILENT CRY for me and all souls.

Jesus placed in my heart to ponder Isaiah 53. I ponder my Beloved—The Man of Sorrows, “despised and rejected.” He voluntarily receives God’s Will to be “bruised for our transgressions” and “grieved.” He accepts the Will of the Father for love, as one with Love. God promises that He will see the “fruit of the travail of his soul.”

Our Lord, God’s anointed Son, redeemed me as the Man of Sorrows through His pain and grief. He remains on earth in the Eucharist as the Man of Sorrows, fully present in silence.

Only in silence can I encounter the Man of Sorrows. Only in the silence of Eucharistic Adoration can I choose to REMAIN with Him as His spouse to adore, thank, bless, caress, embrace, console and love Him.

The Man of Sorrows is the identity of the Missionaries of the Cross, as the Mother of Sorrows is the identity of the Mothers of the Cross. To become one with the Man of Sorrows, men must be willing to be stripped of all their human glory: prestige, good name, honor, power… They must be willing to live despised and rejected in the eyes of the world. This purification by fire is very difficult for all men, and very few will be willing to undergo it.