He was oppressed and afflicted,
yet he did not open his mouth;
he was led like a lamb to the slaughter,
and as a sheep before its shearers is silent,
so he did not open his mouth.
Isaiah 53:7
(a contented sheep / The Cliffs of Slieve League / County Donegal / Julie Cook / 2015)
It is finished…
The deed is done.
The trade off is complete.
It couldn’t have been swift nor easy…
No, it had to be drawn out and wrenching…
There had to appeasement, propitiation, satisfaction…
A slow sadistic lingering…
Torment was the only demand…
The satiation for the hunger of death
With each and every misdeed, slight, wrong and heinous sin…
Those that were and those that continue on…
Each grievous act was marched before him…
As each piece of flesh was torn away for payment…
The nails were driven.
The body convulsed.
The pain seared.
The blood flowed.
Gone now are the crowds.
Gone now are the faithful.
Gone now are the skeptics.
Gone now are the hopes….
As only silence permeates the earth.
And so now, we wait…
O God, you sent Christ Jesus to be my shepherd and the lamb of sacrifice. Help me to embrace the mystery of salvation, the promise of life rising out of death. Help me to hear the call of Christ and give me the courage to follow it readily that I, too, may lead other to you.
This I ask through Jesus, my shepherd and guide.
People’s Companion to the Breviary, Vol. II
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