Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Lay All Of Your Pain at the Feet of Christ

All of your pain, all that you have been through, all that has hurt you, all of the times you have felt abandoned and destroyed - leave these things at the foot of the cross, at the very feet of the Savior who, by His holy love, came down from heaven to die in your stead.  "Do not proceed in the way of anxiety, sorrow, fear, labor and grief, of which the world is full, but in the way of sincerity, exaltation, certainty, and uprightness; in spiritual joy and in an abundance of things good and true, not false and transient and quickly corrupted, but eternal and lasting."1 (Master Geert Grote)

Whatever you struggle with, lay it at the feet of Jesus.  Gaze upon the crucified Christ, and consider His overwhelming love for you - see how much He loves you!  See how much He desires your love in return!  Have you not cause for joy in this?  Have you not cause to lift up your heart to see that God Himself has humbled Himself for your sake, has allowed Himself to suffer the most wretched death, all in order to show you His love and mercy?  Take solace in His mercy, which is divine beyond comprehension.

Or do you think that the heavens did not rejoice when you too rejected Satan and the things of this world?  Or do you think they remained silent only in your case?  Remain steadfast in your faith, and continue to allow your love of God to blossom.  Run to Him, run to the Cross everytime you feel the desire to return to your former ways, like the Israelites who lamented their leaving Egypt (cf. Num. 11:4-6) or like the dog that returns to its vomit (cf. Prov. 26:11).  Instead, no matter how unworthy you consider yourself, be the dog that gathers the crumbs that fall from the master's table (cf. Matt. 15:27).

Allow your sins to be washed in the Precious Blood of Jesus that flows from Calvary's hill - and climb this very hill in imitation of your Beloved, and there, lay your sorrow down on the ground before His feet.  Lay it all down, every last bit of it.  Give it all to God.

Be crucified with Christ - let all that is in you submit to the sweet and light yoke of the Savior.  Do not lose hope because you were shown such sweetness in the beginning, and now experience desolation - Christ has not abandoned you; He has not led you out into the desert to die, but to overcome the world by His grace.  For God "has shown [you] splendor and regal delights, ineffable, heavenly.  And so, finally, man, when he compares such spiritual gifts with the things of the world, casts everything else away."2 (Pseudo-Macarius)

1 - "Letter 29"
2 - "Homily 7"


  1. Thank you for this reflection. I appreciate your blog and have found a lot of spiritual comfort in your writings. God bless.

  2. just wanted to echo what Castilo said. for various reasons life has been a bit of a trial this week, and the words you posted were both encouragement and challenge. thank you!

  3. Thank you. You mirror so much to many of us, and echo our own thoughts, learnings, joys, and sorrows. I found this reflection very touching. Truly, the Holy Spirit speaks in and through you. May God continue to bless you, so you can continue to shine the light for us to follow :)

  4. Excellent read, Thank you!


    O Mary, your bitter tears
    my heart do pierce
    Our Mother is crying
    Her Son is dying
    to save us humanity
    from complete insanity.
    At the foot of the Cross
    for words I feel at a loss
    our sins are causing You distress
    I'm begging You for forgiveness
    I offer You my fears and mishap
    crawling on Your Mother's lap
    O my Jesus, I need You, I need You
    satan plans coup after coup
    to destroy me, hoping I'd revolt
    he scares me like a thunderbolt
    but while walking in Your footstep
    on satan's knuckles I will rap
    enough, enough, I do tell him
    the cup is stored unto the brim.
    Kneeling at His cross's foot
    Jesus tells me to stay put
    "Let My Graces thee overflow
    My Cross gave satan the final blow"
    I love you so much My child
    and while dying He even smiled.
    Thank You, Mary for this gift,
    and by this my soul did lift.

    Rita Biesemans, Good Friday 3/29/2013