Jesus is nailed to the Cross
Like a lamb led to the slaughter, or a sheep dumb before its shearers, he never opened his mouth. Yet ours were the sufferings he bore, ours the sorrows he carried.
Heart afire, and hands open to receive the nails, Jesus’ feet too, are immobilized by self-serving hatred and prejudice.
I know I can be cruel, Lord, as I hammer home the cutting word, the sarcastic remark. Let my words and actions make the world not a harsher, but a gentler place.