The Examen at Eucharistic Adoration Todat
The images of Jesus slide into my mind, the writhing, twisting,
agonizing look of pain on Our Savior’s beaten, Holy Face. Tears and
sweat pour down from His eyes, and His labored breathing, which becomes
more shallow with each painful gulp, reflects His silent pain. The
precious blood pours down from His crown of thorns, burning His eyes,
blinding His sight. Even blinking is laborious and painful. Yet, He
looks at me with a heart burning with love and prayers that His graces
will not be rejected by me.
I cannot feel Your pain, Sweet Jesus, and I am grateful for that. I
am grateful that You chose to drink of the cup Your Father had prepared
for You, a painful cup, a never ending cup, a cup so deep that only the
Son of the living God could drink. I am grateful that you accepted this
cup, and I watch in sorrow as Your Precious Blood flows down the
gaping, open wounds on Your Body causing You to writhe in a burning pain
for souls, that even the love of Your Mother cannot relieve. I am
grateful for the gift of Your Mother to us. We are her children, too,
but You are the gift of pure love to her and to us. I am grateful that
You, the eternal High priest, accepted and offered this sacrifice to
the Father for the salvation of our souls.
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