Love’s Power

The twelve were with him, as well as some women… Mary, called Magdalene…
and Joanna, the wife of Herod’s steward Chuza, and Susanna and many others,
who provided for them out of their resources.

Luke 8:2-3

The Sixth Station: Veronica Wipes The Face of Jesus

Though I’m unsure if a woman called Veronica actually came forward to wipe Jesus’ face, I am certain that the women in Jesus’ company followed him along that road to Calvary. Though the Roman soldiers frightened the others, the women who loved Jesus and all that he stood for did not abandon him on this dark day.

I don’t often hold my womanhood up for any purpose. I don’t want to be treated better or worse because of my gender. At the same time, I am grateful today that I am a woman. I understand Veronica and the reason she (or I) would wish to wipe Jesus’ face. This act would do little to alleviate the physical pain Jesus felt. Still, this kindness would touch his heart, piercing it more deeply than the lance the soldier would thrust a few hours later. Though Veronica may be only a legend, the power of any of us to touch another’s heart is very, very real.

Loving God, help me use my ability to love with eloquent generosity, just as you do.

©2019 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

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The Power of Love

The twelve were with him, as well as some women… Mary, called Magdalene…
and Joanna, the wife of Herod’s steward Chuza, and Susanna and many others,
who provided for them out of their resources.

Luke 8:2-3

The Sixth Station: Veronica Wipes The Face of Jesus… Though I am unsure if a woman called Veronica actually came forward to wipe Jesus’ face, I am certain that the women in Jesus’ company followed him along that road to Calvary. Though the Roman soldiers frightened the others, the women who loved Jesus and all that he stood for would not abandon him on this dark day.

I don’t often hold my womanhood up for any purpose. I don’t want to be treated better or worse because of my gender. At the same time, I am grateful today that I am a woman. I understand Veronica and the reason she (or I) would wish to wipe Jesus’ face. This act would do little to alleviate the physical pain Jesus felt. Still, this kindness would touch his heart, piercing it more deeply than the lance the soldier would thrust a few hours later. Though Veronica may be only a legend, the power of any of us to touch another’s heart is very, very real.

Loving God, help me use my ability to love with eloquent generosity, just as you do.

©2016 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved

Wonderful, Indeed!

Hear me, O islands. Listen, O distant peoples.
The LORD called me from birth.
From my mother’s womb, he gave me my name.

From Isaiah 49:1-6

Have you questioned your place in this world? Have you wondered if the things you do every day make a real difference to anybody? I have pondered these things myself more than I care to admit. When I succumb to this melancholy, some kind soul inadvertently interrupts my brooding. I am thanked for something I have said or written or done to help them. Often, I do not remember these gestures, but that is not the point. They remember, and that is all that matters.

Though last Christmas has become a distant memory, my favorite movie of the season inspires me throughout the year. Frank Capra had the right idea when he insisted upon directing It’s a Wonderful Life in spite of the many issues that threatened the film’s completion. Capra claimed that every life has intrinsic value and he used his role as director to convince us all of the same. Capra’s George Bailey has rescued me from self-doubt and regret more times than I can count. As his seemingly pitiful life eventually proved, this is a wonderful life!

Gentle Jesus, the plots that unraveled around you that first Holy Week threatened your mission as well. Thank you for hanging on to your conviction that what you did mattered. Only you understand just how much your life means to me.

©2014 Mary Penich – All Rights Reserved