We have prayed the Crucifixion, Judgment and the Pieta these last few days.
There is nothing worse than death - and not even our own death, but death of the ones we love. It is the end of all hope, and can only be overcome by love ... or can it?
Christ either defeats death, or He doesn't. Life either has meaning, or it has none. Intention, personhood, the soul - these things are true or they are damn lies.
And souls that are filled with sin can only echo Macbeth ...
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to dayTo the last syllable of recorded time,And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor playerThat struts and frets his hour upon the stageAnd then is heard no more. It is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing.
Let us pray ...
To you, Immaculate Heart of Mary, we consecrate ourselves – our hearts, minds, wills and lives and all those works we undertake so they may be for the glory of God, for the sake of the Gospel and the salvation of souls. Holy Mother, our Queen and our Joy, give to our hearts the dimensions of yours and form us in the image of your beloved Son.