It seems absurd to imagine a broken, sinful person like me, so in need of continuous mercy, comforting Jesus, my Master, Lord of the universe, creator, redeemer, sustainer, source of all life, truth, and love.
Yet, perhaps, just as I can be with another person in their pain and sorrow, may I also be with, sit with, be in empathetic presence with Jesus in his sorrow over human cruelty and brokenness? And, does that not perhaps comfort his heart in some small way?
Did he not find some bit of comfort in the women who wept along the Via Dolorosa ? In his mother’s face and John’s presence at the cross? In the women coming to anoint his body both before and after his death? In Mary Magdalene‘s devotion, turning her back on angels, and seeking only him?
How can I add to Christ’s comfort today?