Augustine of Hippo
They gazed yet failed to comprehend, they gazed yet did not perceive. Their eyes beheld the physical form, yet their hearts did not pursue the meaning within the words.
Through these statements, He revealed that He became a sight for those who witnessed and contemplated Him. All My bones were dislocated as I was extended upon the Tree of the Cross. They, remaining unaltered, observe and make a spectacle of Me.
The profound contrast of the Lord's Passion illuminates our current existence, a time filled with mourning. The scourges, chains, taunts, spitting, crown of thorns, bitter wine, vinegar on the sponge, mockery, insults, and ultimately the crucifixion itself—a depiction of the saints suspended on the cross—serve as reminders of our present reality, a season of grief, mortality, and trials. This era may seem wretched, yet its wretchedness is akin to manure in an open field rather than within a dwelling. Mourning stems from sins rather than misguided desires. While it is a difficult time, if embraced correctly, it can yield abundant fruit. What soil can be more fertile than that which has been enriched with dung?
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Though the ground appeared unkempt once the manure was spread, this initial dirtiness led to its fecundity. Let us heed the words of the prophet: We have seen Him. What form does He take? He had neither form nor beauty (Isaiah 53:2). Why is this? Allow another prophet to explain: I can count all my bones. One who is hanging can indeed be counted in such a manner. The sight of the crucified figure is repulsive, yet from that ugliness comes profound beauty. What beauty is this? The splendor of the Resurrection, for He is the fairest of the sons of men (Psalm 44:3).
They distinctly observed all My bones extended on the timber of the Cross. Indeed, those very bones, that is, the immutable ones, gazed upon Me. Yes, the same, that is, the unalterable, have looked and witnessed Me.