DAILY CATHOLIC   FRIDAY-SATURDAY-SUNDAY, April 3-5, 1998   volume 9, no. 67


"IT IS CONSUMMATED!"

INTRODUCTION: These Meditative Lessons on the Sorrowful Mysteries of the Rosary which encompass the Passion and Death of Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ were imparted via both interior visions and interior locutions to Cyndi Cain, the Hidden Flower of the Immaculate Heart from the Blessed Mother of God during Lent in 1993. Cyndi relates that, "while I saw many details in these interior visions, only certain details were to be written down. Therefore, these lessons are not meant to be a detailed geographical or historical account, nor are they meant to pinpoint all the intricate details one might wish to have knowledge of regarding the Passion of Our Lord...for the importance of each lesson lies not in the descriptive passage or dialogue, but in Our Lady's own meditations which follow each interior vision. These meditations are meant to strengthen us in our faith during this our exile - particularly in these end times when the Holy Catholic Church will be ripped apart by apostasy and schism...for Our Blessed Mother wants our faith to be as strong as an anchor. For our faith to be such, we must have the faith of a simple, little child." During Lent we bring these to you and ask the Holy Spirit to give all the enlightenment and discernment to learn and grow from these meditative lessons that all may persevere in the time of the Great Darkness which looms ever closer. For those who would like the complete works of "It is Consummated!, as well as the books on the Joyful Mysteries - "Come, Let us Adore Him", and the Glorious Mysteries - "My Lord and my God!", click on BOOKS.

Meditative Lesson 13:

THE JUDGMENT BY PILATE

part one

      Dear Father, the holy season of Lent continues, too quickly, and our Blessed Mother so desires each of us to slow down so as to make holy use of this time to return to the Divine Will by means of the Sacraments and the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass. We work ceaselessly, she says, thinking it is good, and yet we find only a few moments each day for God and these moments are unprepared, burdensome, because we are too preoccupied with earthly matters. Thus, early this day, She calls me to be with Jesus in His Passion, that I might never leave Him.

"And Pilate again spoke to them, desiring to release Jesus. But they cried again saying: ‘Crucify Him, crucify Him."

Luke 23: 20-21

     I am in Pilate’s court and the newly-tortured Jesus has been brought back before the Roman governor. Pilate’s court is large and very clean, compared to the rest of the city. He appears to me to be rather young, older than Jesus, but filled with energy. It shows in the way he sits, stands, stares at Jesus and barks orders at his servants and guards.

      He is sitting upon a chair. It is hardly a throne but I am given to understand it is from this place that Pilate rules - trying to keep peace among the ever-garrulous Jews. When he sees Jesus returned to him after the scourging, his eyes, and a momentary flexing of facial muscles, give away his immediate reaction of revulsion at the site of the mutilated man. His eyes see an inevitable trail of blood wherever Jesus moves, and Pilate would like this blood, this evidence, instantly cleaned up.

      But he is silent, realizing that until he has gotten rid of this prisoner in one way or the other, there will be blood on the floor. Wearily, sighing deeply, he gestures for Our Lord to come closer.

      By His Will Jesus takes the required steps under His own power, and meekly, yet m majestically, before Pilate.

      Pilate, shorter than our Lord, average in build, comes forward to be closer to the victim. "Who are You?" he whispers, half in awe, half in scorn. Pilate is clearly uneasy. A part of him, conscience-soul, recognizes that this is no ordinary man. But, he is wary! He has his job, and there is no real security with Rome’s emperor if the empire has any trouble spots.

      Palestine has always been a thorn in Rome’s side, and Pilate must fight an internal battle because before him is a Jew, a Jew obviously hated by the Jews. Yet he, Pilate, sees something in this presence, and he cannot bring himself to believe that this Jew not only commands, but also deserves respect! An unthinkable thought for a Roman. And Pilate paces, careful to keep a distance so his own sandals do not touch upon any of the blood which continually drips on the floor.

      "They," sneers Pilate as he gestures out beyond the long portico where the scribes, Pharisees and elders still await final judgment, (behind these Temple leaders a vast crowd has gathered) "have accused you of many things. Yet you make no answer?" A rhetorical question. Pilate is perplexed.

      In this moment I see again the demons of hell all around the large outer area beyond the portico of Pilate’s palace. They swarm by the thousands and their high-pitched screams which impart no human words, but which do register in their minds as agitation, and they grow restless. A murmur that grows into a rolling wave of hatred, trying to push into and against Jesus and Pilate.

      Jesus remains motionless. Pilate seems unnerved. A servant comes rushing in with a scroll for Pilate. Pilate is irritated. Yet, the interruption postpones the decision he must make. He takes the scroll and the ring which the servant also gives him, and returns to the judgment seat. Opening the scroll, Pilate reads. Pauses. Rereads.

      "By the gods of Olympus, I do not understand!" he mutters, looking to his right where a long corridor leads into the residence quarters of the palace. I follow his own gaze and see, just beyond the doorway, crouched against a pillar, a woman, tall, slender, beautiful, but obviously frightened. I am given to understand this is Pilate’s wife. As she catches her husband’s look she nods affirmatively to him, and then her eyes dart to the prisoner, who has only remained in a bowed position of excruciating pain.

      Pilate crumbles the scroll and rises. He goes directly to Jesus and, being of shorter stature, stares up into His eyes. They are swollen, filled with fever, sweat and blood. But - they are the eyes of the Son of God.

      "Answer me! Art thou the King of the Jews?"

      For the first time Jesus opens His mouth. His lips are swollen, cracked, bleeding, yet His answer, spoken directly to Pilate’s heart, contains all the truth, the Divine Will.

      "Thou sayest it!" NEXT INSTALLMENT: Part two of Lesson 13: THE JUDGMENT BY PILATE