“..during his passion he was stripped of his garments by soldiers who shared them among themselves, and then fastened him naked to a cross without as much as a rag to cover his body.” ~ St. Louis Marie de Montfort
After the Lord saved me; I was oddly filled with pride. Jesus had done everything for me, yet I didn’t Trust Him. I remained guarded, self-centered, and overwhelming sensitive. My feelings all centered on me: the trauma I had been through, how I had suffered, how I had been abused by so many. All that Christ had endured? That was irrelevantly in the past; for, I was the one who currently felt pain. All the while, during my period of self-centeredness, I was struggling - longing for an egotistical sort of consolation. It didt come. Undeterred, I just demanded that Jesus give me whatever I wanted. Then, slowly, and really out of desperation, I began to seek out a relationship with Christ. I wanted Him to help me and I wanted to know Him. At first, this happened by developing a devotion to The Stations of the Cross. There, I discovered a man like me: who felt anguish, bled, and crashed to the ground. And, at one point, He was stripped naked for the world to see. Only, here I was, always shielding myself from Him. I wanted to stay above the fray, I had suffered enough - I thought: my time of infinite joy had arrived. But, as I longed to be with Jesus, I knew that I would inevitably have to join Him at Calvary. And, to do that, I would have to be purified. So, that meant revealing everything to Christ.
