I saw Mary and Mary Magdalene approach the pillar where Jesus had been scourged. They knelt down on the ground near the pillar and wiped up the Sacred Blood with the linen which Claudia Procles had sent. John was not with the holy women, who were about 20 in number. —The Dolorous Passion of Our Lord Jesus Christ, p.225.

The Blood of Christ is His life poured out for every soul, yet, many do not receive His Blood into their hearts because they lack gratitude and do not long for the Eucharist—His Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity. His Blood spilled on the ground represents all the hardened hearts unwilling and incapable of receiving the gift of His Blood, the gift of redemption.

God the Father will not permit the Blood of His beloved Son to be trampled; therefore, He gave the feminine maternal heart the receptivity and sensitivity of the Heart of God. Mary gathers the women willing to learn from her to soak up Christ’s Blood on the ground. In this special task of passionate love, we become the white linen cloth representing the purity of the pierced Hearts of Jesus and Mary.

With Mary, we receive into our hearts the ungratefulness, rejection, harshness, arrogance… of broken and wounded souls. We suffer and intercede in reparation for them and to honor, console and praise God. We live as the white cloth, as one with our Mother of Sorrows, in the silence of remaining in the pain of our sorrows as one with Christ.

In the Gospel story of the rich young man, Jesus suffers, but He doesn’t insist. He gazes at the young man with mercy, compassion, kindness and lets him walk away. This is how I, too, must love my territory of souls.