THE SOUL QUESTIONS THE LORD JESUS CHRIST:

THE SOUL QUESTIONS THE LORD JESUS CHRIST:

O Lord Jesus Christ! Why didst Thou will to be sold by the wretched Judas? My son, I willed to be sold, that thou mayst be bought with my Precious Blood.

O Lord Jesus Christ! Why didst Thou pray so long in the Garden of Olives? My son, I prayed to the Father, that He might spare thee from His wrath.

O Lord Jesus Christ! Why didst Thou will to enter into the Passion so worried and frightened? My son, I worried, that thou mayst be at peace.

O Lord Jesus Christ! Why didst Thou will to be bathed in a sweat of Blood? My son, I willed to sweat Blood, that thy sins might be washed away.

O Lord Jesus Christ! Why didst Thou will to be arrested by the wicked soldiers?My son, I willed to be captured, that thou mayst not be held captive by the devil.

O Lord Jesus Christ! Why didst Thou will to be bound by the wicked soldiers? My son, I willed to be bound, that I might break the bonds of thy sins.

O Lord Jesus Christ! Why didst Thou will to be denied by Saint Peter? My son, I willed to be denied, that in Heaven I might not deny thee before My Father.

O Lord Jesus Christ! Why didst Thou will to be deserted by Thine apostles? My son, I willed to be abandoned, that I might be with thee all days, even to the consummation of the world.

O Lord Jesus Christ! Why didst Thou will to suffer calumnies? My son, I willed to be detracted, that thy sins might be forgiven.

O Lord Jesus Christ! Why didst Thou will to be spat in the Face by those most vile creatures? My son, I willed to be spat in the Face, that thy soul might be cleansed of its stains.

O Lord Jesus Christ! Why didst Thou will to have Thy Body broken by scourges? My son, I willed to be scourged, that thou mayst be spared of the eternal scourges of Hell.

O Lord Jesus Christ! Why didst Thou will to be mocked as a fool before Herod?My son, I willed to be mocked, that thou mayst be spared of humiliation before the whole world at the Last Judgment.

O Lord Jesus Christ! Why didst Thou will to be hated by the Jews more than Barabbas? My son, I suffered the hatred of the Jews because thou hast abandoned Me to follow the devil.

O Lord Jesus Christ! Why didst Thou will Thy Precious Head to be pierced with thorns? My son, I willed to be crowned with thorns, that thou mayst receive the everlasting crown of glory in Heaven.

O Lord Jesus Christ! Why didst Thou will to carry the Cross? My son, I willed to carry the Cross, that I might bear the weight of thy sins.

O Lord Jesus Christ! Why didst Thou will to taste of the vinegar and gall? My son, I willed to taste of the bitter drink, that thou mayst taste the happiness of Heaven.

O Lord Jesus Christ! Why didst Thou will Thine arms to be stretched out on the Cross? My son, I willed Mine arms to be outstretched, that they might embrace thee.

O Lord Jesus Christ! Why didst Thou will Thy Hands and Feet to be nailed to the Cross? My son, I willed them to be nailed to the Cross, because thou hast used thine own hands and feet to commit sin.

O Lord Jesus Christ! Why didst Thou will to be lifted up upon the Cross? My son, I willed to be lifted up, that thou mayst be lifted up into the Kingdom of Heaven.

O Lord Jesus Christ! Why didst Thou will to be crucified between two criminals? My son, I willed to be crucified in the midst of criminals, that thou mayst be seated in the company of the angels and saints.

O Lord Jesus Christ! Why didst Thou will the wicked soldiers to divide Thy garments? My son, I willed them to divide My garments, that thou mayst be clothed in the garments of salvation.

O Lord Jesus Christ! Why didst Thou give Thy Mother to Saint John?  My son, I gave Her to him, because there is nothing on this earth that is so great as My Mother.

O Lord Jesus Christ! Why didst Thou will to thirst? My son, I willed to thirst because I so thirst for thy soul.

O Lord Jesus Christ! Why didst Thou cry out in a loud voice and bow Thy Head and die? My son, I cried out and bent My Head low to call thee, that thou mayest return unto Me.

O Lord Jesus Christ! Why didst Thou will thy side to be pierced with a lance? My son, I willed My side to be pierced, that thou mayst enter therein, and take refuge in My Heart, for I love thee so, and each time that thou shouldst commit sin, every time would I will to die for thee.

We worship and adore Thee, O Lord Jesus Christ! And we thank Thee. We are most vile, most wretched, and full of sin. Upon hearing these things, we are filled with fear and trembling. Who would imagine the Lord most divine, spotless and infinite, would come down to earth to become Man, and become a finite and mortal Creature. That the Lord who had not to suffer anything, would will to suffer one hundred times one thousand bitter pains for us. That the Lord who is Immortal, would will to die for us. That the most glorious Lord, would will to be humiliated thus. All of these things, O Lord, for whom didst Thou suffer them? Ah, it was for my sins! Me, Thy most pitiful servant. And yet I fear not my sins. I hate them not. I love not suffering for my God. I love not my God more than myself and above all other things. O my soul, why is this so?


* This is a Vietnamese devotion dating back as far as the 17th century. They are chanted in the manner of versicles and responses as the faithful venerate an effigy of the Lord and kiss His feet on the evening of Good Friday. In some places, following the questions the faithful pose Our Lord, He in turn lists His complaints, to which the faithful reply: “My Lord, I have nothing with which to respond. I simply ask of Thee, O Lord Jesus, who hast ransomed me, to have mercy on me.”

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