It’s been a while, eh? I’ve been thinking over this post for a few days now, waiting for a chance to actually sit down and think it through at a keyboard. The reading for Midday Prayer in the Liturgy of the Hours for this past Friday struck me as another one where you can really get an awful lot more out of it by putting an accent on certain words rather than with just a flat reading. First, without the accent of which I’m thinking:
Yet it was our infirmities that he bore,
our sufferings that he endured,
While we thought him as stricken,
as one smitten by God and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our offenses,
crushed for our sins.
Upon him was the chastisement that makes us whole,
by his stripes we were healed.
I think just about any Christian, and particularly any Catholic, should be familiar with this reading from Isaiah 53:4-5. In the story of the Suffering Servant none in my mind are more poignant. Come Good Friday as you are staring at the Cross, think back to this and remember. But now look at the accents and see how this jumps out:
Yet it was our infirmities that he bore,
our sufferings that he endured,
While we thought him as stricken,
as one smitten by God and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our offenses,
crushed for our sins.
Upon him was the chastisement that makes us whole,
by his stripes we were healed.
Notice the symmetry in almost all of the highlighted lines – “his – our”, “he – we”. Of all the things he has done, we are the beneficiaries. Of all the things we have done, he accepts the chastisement. Freely. Willingly. Intentionally. As Archbishop Fulton Sheen pointed out in his Life of Christ, Jesus was the only man ever born with the express intent of dying. You might notice one other thing – we are responsible for doing none of the good here but yet we are the recipients of all those benefits. We are not worthy, we cannot be worthy, yet receive them we do.
Take time this Holy Week to contemplate how freely this gift was given, how costly this gift is, and how unworthy we are to receive it. Keep all three in balance, for all three are important and all three feed on and magnify the others. Let us say with the centurion, “Domine, non sum dignus…”