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St. Bridget of Sweden |
The Revelations of Saint Birgitta,
Chapter 10:15-33
(Words of Our Holy Mother Mary to St. Birgitta regarding Her Son's Most Bitter Agony & Death)
15 When the time of my Son's passion arrived, his enemies
seized him. They struck him on his cheek and neck and spat at him as they made
sport of him. When he was led to the pillar, he took off his clothes himself
and placed his own hands on the pillar, and his enemies then mercilessly bound
them. 16 Bound to the pillar, without any kind of covering, just as he had been
born, he stood there and suffered the embarrassment of being naked. His friends
had fled, but his enemies were ready for action. They stood there on all sides
and scourged his body that was clean from every stain and sin. 17 I was
standing nearby and, at the first lash, I fell down as if I were dead. When I
revived, I could see his body whipped and scourged to the ribs. What was even
more horrible was that when they pulled the whips back, the weighted thongs
tore his flesh.
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Sorrowful Mother Mary |
18 As my Son was standing there all bloody and covered
with wounds, so that no sound spot was left on him that could be whipped,
then someone, aroused in spirit, asked: 'Are you going to kill him thus
unsentenced?' And straightaway he cut his bonds. 19 Then my Son himself put his
clothes back on. I saw that the place where my Son had been standing was
covered with blood, and by his footprints I could tell which way he walked, for
the ground seemed to be soaked with blood wherever he went. 20 They had no
patience with him to let him get dressed, but pushed and dragged him to hurry
him on. As my Son was being led off like a thief, he dried the blood from his
eyes. Once he was sentenced, they placed the cross on him to carry. He did
carry it for a while, but then someone came along and undertook to carry
it for him.
21 As my Son was going to the place of his passion, same people
struck him on the neck, while others hit him in the face. He was hit so hard
and with so much force that, although I did not see who hit him, I heard the
sound of the blow clearly. When I reached the place of the passion with him, I
saw all the instruments of his death ready. When my Son got there, he took off
his clothes himself, while the servants said to each other: 'These are our
clothes and he will not get them back since he is condemned to death.'
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My Son was standing there, naked as he had been born, when someone came running
up and offered him a veil with which he joyfully covered his shame. Then his
cruel executioners seized him and stretched him out on the cross, nailing first
his right hand to the crossbeam that had a hole in it for the nail. They
pierced his hand at the point where the bone was more solid. With a rope they
pulled his other hand and attached it to the crossbeam in similar fashion.

As he stood on the cross wounded and bloody, he felt compassion for me who was standing by in tears and, looking with his bloodied eyes in the direction of John, my nephew, he commended me to him.
24 At the time I could hear some people saying that my Son
was a thief, others that he was a liar, still others that no one was more
deserving of death than my Son. My sorrow was renewed from hearing all this.
But, as I said before, when the first nail was driven into him, that first blow
shook me so much that I fell down as if dead, my eyes covered in darkness, my
hands trembling, my feet unsteady. In the bitterness of my grief I was not able
to watch until he had been fastened entirely to the cross.
25 When I got up, I
saw my Son hanging there in misery and, in my thorough dismay, I his most
unhappy Mother, could hardly stand on my feet due to grief. Seeing me and his
friends weeping inconsolably, my Son cried out in a loud and doleful voice to
his Father, saying, 'Father, why have you abandoned me?' It was as if to
say: 'There is no one who takes pity on me but you, Father.' 26 At that stage
his eyes looked half-dead, his cheeks were sunken, his face mournful, his mouth
open and his tongue bloody. His stomach was sucked in toward his back, all the
liquid having been consumed, as if he had no vital organs. All his body was
pale and languid due to the loss of blood. His hands and feet were rigidly
extended, being pulled toward the cross and shaped like the shape of the cross.
His beard and hair were completely covered with blood.
27 There he stood, bruised and livid, and only his heart was
still fresh, since it was of the best and strongest constitution. From my flesh
he had received a most pure and well-wrought body. 28 His skin was so thin and
tender that if it was even slightly scourged the blood would flow out
immediately. His blood was so fresh that it could be seen in his pure skin.
Precisely because he had the very best constitution, life contended with death
in his wounded body.
29 At certain moments the pain in the limbs and sinews of
his wounded body rose up to his still vigorous and unbroken heart and inflicted
incredible pain and suffering on him. At other moments the pain went down from
his heart into his wounded limbs and, in so doing, bitterly prolonged his
death.

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Jesus's body is pierced with a lance |
33 Then some people said to me: 'Mary, your Son is dead.'
Others said: 'He has died but he will rise again.' As everyone was going away,
a man came and drove a lance into his side with such force that it almost
went out the other side. When the spear was withdrawn, its point appeared red
with blood. And it seemed to me as if my own heart had been pierced when I saw
my beloved Son's heart pierced.

36 Then they
placed him in the sepulcher. How I would rather have been placed in there alive
with my Son, if it had been his will! 37 These things done, dear John came and brought me to his house.
See, then, my daughter, [my son]
what my Son has
endured for you!
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