Thoughts on the passion

I do not know you, Jesus. Not wholly.

But you know me altogether. You knit me in my mother's womb. And anywhere I might go, in body in spirit, there you are ahead of me.

Perhaps we people will ever be strangers in part and puzzles to one another, always a little lonely. But you, Lord, have searched me and known me. You have searched and loved and saved me even in my ignorance. I was a nice person - but nice merely, kind only, and dying, till you died for me.

All I can say is thank you.

Reliving the Passion by Walter Wangerin