There He Hung, a Perplexity Yet a Joy
11th Station: "Jesus is Nailed to the Cross" by Tim Bete and "Summum Bonum" by Louise Imogene Guiney
Scripture Passage: John 19:18
“There they crucified him, and with him two others, one on either side, with Jesus in the middle.”
The black and white drawing seems to highlight the “gray area” in which we like to keep our sin. I know how hard it is to honestly own my personal sins—so often I justify and find a reason to reduce my culpability. But Jesus here faces his crucifixion head, he doesn’t shy away from the full force of the nail about to be driven through his hand.
Lord, which of my sins am I too ashamed of to call it by its name? Which is it that you look at squarely, ready to forgive if I just bring my humbled and sorrowful heart to you on the cross?
The Eleventh Station from St. John Henry Newman’s “Meditations on the Stations of the Cross”
“…As the savage executioners drive in the huge nails, He offers Himself to the Eternal Father, as a ransom for the world. The blows are struck—the blood gushes forth…
He lovingly placed his hands close against the transverse beam, waiting for…the heavy hammers to dig into the palms of His hands, and to fasten them securely to the wood. There He hung, a perplexity to the multitude, a terror to evil spirits, the wonder, the awe, yet the joy, the adoration of the Holy Angels.”
Summum Bonum
Waiting on Him who knows us and our need, Most need have we to dare not, nor desire, But at He giveth with no inglorious greed, For this is joy, though still our joys recede; And, as in octaves of a noble lyre, To move our minds with His, and clearer, higher, Sound forth our fate: for this is strength indeed. Thanks to His love let earth and man dispense In smoke of worship when the heart is stillest, A praying more than prayer: "Great good have I, Till it greater good to lay it by; Nor can I lost peace, power, permanence, For these smile on me from the thing Thou willest!" -Louise Imogene Guiney (1861-1920); from "Happy Ending." In the Public Domain.





Wow! To sink your teeth into that. Chew on it a bit and it reveals itself in slow bits and pieces waiting to be savored.
Having read Acts 3 this morning with Father Columba on Crux it caught me up short. Summum Bonum could have been written to accompany this beautiful scripture and walk hand in hand as it impresses upon His smallest and most helpless ones the love of a Father that seeks to raise us higher up and further into His great love. Even the needs we dare not express, He calls forth and heals elevating like the octaves into His great Will. No greater love.
Fills one with the holy desire to be small and helpless and in His mercy.
Soo hard to read, God Bless You☦️