Sorrowful Mysteries - Crowning of the Thorns

Sweet, Jesus, how You humbly accepted unkindness, humililation, and torment as your torturers tried to remove your cloak of identity and cover you with false perception. You then accepted the piercing pain of a crown of thorns jabbed into Your sacred head.

Father, sometimes we are so tormented that we have forgotten that we wear the cloak of salvation won for us by Jesus. We are encircled by our own perceptions instead of fixing our focus on You. These painful thoughts of what was, what is, and what will be, are giant thorns piercing our minds, sending sorrowful shudders to the very depths of our souls.

Father, I ask, in Jesus' name, that You be with those reading this now, and allow them to focus on the beauty, be overwhelmed with the fragrance, and touched by the deilcate softness of the rose, while gripping the thorns of this life. I ask, Father, that you release all of those suffering, entangled in the painful brambles of life, so that they may become a bouquet adorning your throne.