SIXTH STATION: VERONICA WIPES THE FACE OF JESUS
By now My face was swollen, covered with spittle and dust, and I did not look very beautiful [Isaiah 53:2-3; Psalm 27:8-9].
The further I journey with You O Jesus, conversing with You it is as with the disciples on the road to Emmaus [Lk. 24:13-25].
Opening Scripture, and therein to Your own Heart, I see to be priest is to be Your hands, washing the weight of life, the grime of sin, the tears of pain from the face, the souls of everyone.
Yes let me love humbly, generously, never seeking to be noticed but only to be radiating Your Holy Face.
In My eyes every human being is a real person, beautiful, important: no matter their age, colour, size, religion, or any reason you may think makes sense NOT to see another human being as one like yourself – none of these mean anything.
Every human being is beautiful to Me: YOU are beautiful to Me.
Real ugliness in the world is loneliness, abandonment, rejection, hunger, hopelessness.
You can wipe the tears from the faces of all human beings, your brothers and sisters who suffer – and be wiping the grime from My Face too – when you reach out with love and help anyone in need.