…Marya is still standing under the cross, trembling and pale, she sees Longina’s sharp spear aimed at the heart that has already stopped beating! This wound of the heart, this last drop of blood was still needed to complete the work of our redemption. And the spear struck this most holy heart and brought forth a blessed stream of blood and water! And the spear struck Mary’s heart and flooded her soul with a sea of bloody bitterness.
The day of the death of the God-Man has become the day of our rebirth; Mary’s sorrows have become the beginning of our joys! The veil of mystery is lifted, prophecies are fulfilled, statues give way to truth! All our wisdom, our truth, our happiness – tied to the cross, since Infinite Wisdom, Truth and Love died on the cross! If we despise the Cross, living in madness and unbelief, we shall perish! We will seek salvation from the world, but the world will not give us salvation. As a drowning man clings to a limp coastal branch, but it betrays him, so shall we, drowning in this sea of doubt, uncertainty and inner turmoil, if we do not cling to the cross with thought and feeling, heart and mind, we shall perish!
With one lance two hearts pierced open for us our heart has become a refuge from this world which has already deceived and betrayed us so many times; which has scourged us with a slanderous and slanderous tongue, crowned us with thorns of reproach and bitterness of anguish of conscience, made us drunk from the cup of sensual pleasures, flavoured with gall and vinegar, covered us with rags of vain human wisdom, given a weak reed to our hands, with a sign of glory and worldly significance, and with a sneer of derision – leads after this vicious circle of delusion and delusion to the abyss and perdition, I will return to the cross, I will return as a child to my mother, and by her and through her I will regain lost faith, hope and love! For if I live without you, without you I must die; and if I die without you, who will intercede for me in the terrible judgment of your Son? Therefore, O Mary, I place my heart in the wound of your Heart, that you may keep it for eternity, Amen.
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The May Devotion. From the manuscripts of Father Karol Antoniewicz S. J. Reprinted separately from the devotional book of the same author. Kraków. 1883.
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