I had never had the nerve to try to learn exactly how Crucifixion kills
until recently. It is even worse than I thought. I imagined myself
with Mary at the foot of the Cross, wanting to leave so that I did not
have to endure the pain and horror of watching, but unable to go because
I could not leave Him, either...and I wept, wishing I could love Him as
much as He loves me.
Being with our clients in St. Vincent de Paul is much the same...When we suffer with the people whom God
sends to SVDP, we are standing at the foot of the Cross suffering with
Jesus, witnessing His suffering, and not turning away--because we don't
want to leave Him alone. This is how we can honor Him, this is
how we can love Him--by staying there, even though we don't want to.
He would still do it: He would still suffer and die for us, whether we
stayed or not--because He loves us THAT much! ... but in some mystical
way, we are sharing in His suffering by staying, by going to these
people's homes, by hearing what they have to say, by praying with them,
and by helping them as best we can-- even though it's never enough.
