Fourteenth Hour: From 6 to 7 AM
Jesus before Caiaphas again, who confirms His condemnation to death and sends Him to Pilate
My sorrowful Jesus, You are now out of the prison; You are so exhausted that You stagger at each step. I want to place myself at Your side in order to sustain You, when I see that You are about to fall.
But I see that the soldiers take You before Caiaphas, and You, O my Jesus, reappear in their midst like a Sun, and even though disfigured, You spread Light everywhere. I now see that Caiaphas is overjoyed in seeing You reduced so badly. At the reflections of Your Light, He becomes more blinded, and in his fury, He asks You again, “So, are You really the true Son of God?”
And You, my Love, with Supreme Majesty, with the grace of Your Word, and with Your usual sweet and moving tone, such as to enrapture the hearts, answer, “Yes, I am the True Son of God.”
And Your enemies, though feeling all the power of Your Word within themselves, suffocating everything, wanting to know nothing else—in one voice, cry out, “He is guilty to death, he is guilty to death!”
Caiaphas confirms the sentence to death, and sends You to Pilate. And You, my condemned Jesus, accept this sentence with so much Love and resignation, as to almost snatch it from the iniquitous Pontiff. And You Repair for all the sins committed deliberately and with all malice, and for those who, instead of afflicting themselves because of evil, rejoice and exult over sin itself, and this leads them to blindness and to suffocating any enlightenment and grace. My Life, Jesus, Your Reparations and prayers echo in my heart, and I repair and pray together with You.
My Sweet Love, I see that, having lost any bit of esteem for You, seeing You sentenced to death, the soldiers grab You, add ropes and chains, and bind You so tightly as to almost prevent any movement of Your Divine Person; and pushing You and dragging You, they put You out of the palace of Caiaphas.
Crowds of people await You—but no one to defend You. And You, my Divine Sun, come out into their midst, wanting to envelop everyone with Your Light. And as You move the first steps, wanting to enclose all the steps of the creatures within Yours, You pray and repair for those who move the first steps to operate with evil purposes—some to take revenge, some to steal, some to betray, some to kill, and more. O, how all these sins wound Your Heart! And in order to prevent so much evil, You Pray, You Repair, and You Offer all of Yourself.
But, as I follow You, I see that at the moment of descending from the palace of Caiaphas, You, my Sun, Jesus, meet Beautiful Mary, our Sweet Mama. Your gazes meet and wound each other; and even though You feel relieved in seeing each other, yet new sorrows arise: for You, in seeing the Beautiful Mama pierced, pale and wrapped in mourning; and for Dear Mama, in seeing You, Divine Sun, eclipsed and covered with so much opprobrium—crying and wrapped in Blood. But You cannot enjoy the exchange of Your gazes for too long, and with the sorrow of being unable to say even a word to each other, your Hearts say everything; and one fused within the other, You stop looking at each other, because the soldiers are pushing You.
So, trampled upon and dragged, You arrive at Pilate. My Jesus, I unite myself to Your pierced Mama in following You, to fuse myself in You together with Her. And You, give me Your gaze of Love, and Bless me.
Reflections and Practices
Jesus goes out to the light of the day and is brought before Caiaphas. With firmness He confirms that He is the Son of God.
And when we go out, do we let ourselves be directed by Jesus? Is our composure an example for others, and our steps like magnets that call souls around Jesus? The whole Life of Jesus is a continuous cry for souls. If we conform to His Will—that is, if our feet call souls as they walk, if our heartbeats, echoing the Divine Heartbeats, harmonize with them and ask for souls, and so on with all the rest—we, as we operate in this way, will form the very Humanity of Jesus within ourselves. Therefore, every additional cry for souls that we make, is an additional mark that we receive from our Jesus. Is our life always the same, or do we change it for the worse, depending on the encounters that we have?
My Jesus, Sanctity that has no equal, guide me, and let also my outward appearance manifest all Your Divine life.