Preparation before each hour
O my Lord Jesus Christ, prostrate in Your Divine Presence, I implore Your Most Loving Heart to admit me to the sorrowful meditation of the 24 hours in which for Love of us You wanted to suffer so much, in Your Adorable Body and in Your Most Holy Soul, unto death on the Cross. O please, give me help, grace, love, deep compassion and understanding of Your sufferings, as I now meditate the ____Hour.
And for those which I cannot meditate, I offer You my will to meditate on them, and I willingly intend to meditate on them in all the hours in which I have to apply myself to my duties, or to sleep.
Accept, O Merciful Lord, my loving intention, and let it be beneficial for me and for all, as if I effectively and in a saintly way accomplished what I wish to practice.
Meanwhile, I give You thanks, O my Jesus, for calling me to union with You by means of prayer. And to please You more, I take Your Thoughts, Your Tongue, Your Heart, and with this I intend to pray, fusing all of myself in Your Will and in Your Love; and stretching out my arms to hug You, I place my head on Your Heart, and I begin.
Fifteenth Hour: From 7 to 8 AM
Jesus before Pilate. Pilate sends Him to Herod.
My bound Good, Jesus, Your enemies, together with the priests, present You to Pilate; and faking sanctity and scrupulousness, because they have to celebrate the Passover, they remain outside the lobby. And You, my Love, seeing the depth of their malice, repair for all the hypocrisies of the religious body. I too repair together with You. But while You occupy Yourself with their good, they begin to accuse You before Pilate, vomiting all the poison they have against You.
Showing himself unsatisfied with the accusations they make against You, Pilate calls You aside, to be able to condemn You with reason, and, alone, He examines You and asks You, “Are You the King of the Jews?”
And You, Jesus, my True King, answer, “My Kingdom is not of this world; otherwise, thousands of legions of Angels would defend Me.”
And Pilate, moved by the Sweetness and the Dignity of Your Words, surprised, says to You, “So, You are King?”
And You, “You say it—I am, and I have come into the world to teach the Truth.”
And Pilate, without wanting to know anything else, convinced of Your innocence, goes out to the lobby and says, “I find no guilt in this man.”
Enraged, the Jews accuse You of many other things, and You remain silent; You do not defend Yourself. You repair for the weaknesses of the judges, when they are faced by the arrogant; You Repair for their injustices, and You Pray for the innocent, oppressed and abandoned.
Then, seeing the fury of Your enemies, Pilate sends You to Herod, to get rid of You.
Jesus before Herod
My Divine King, I want to repeat Your Prayers and Reparations, as I accompany You to Herod.
I see that Your enemies, enraged, would want to devour You, and they lead You among insults, mockeries and derisions. And so, they make You arrive before Herod, who, swelling up, asks You many questions. You do not answer him and do not even look at him. And Herod, irritated because he does not see his curiosity satisfied, and feeling humiliated by Your long silence, declares to everyone that You are crazy and mindless, and he orders that You be treated as such. And to mock You, he has You clothed with a white garment, and he delivers You into the hands of the soldiers, that they may do with You the worst they can.
My innocent Jesus, no one finds guilt in You—only the Jews, because their faked religiosity does not deserve that the Light of Truth may shine in their minds.
My Jesus, Infinite Wisdom, how much it costs You being declared insane! Abusing You, the soldiers cast You to the ground, trample You, smear You with spit, despise You, beat You with rods, and the blows are so many that You feel You are dying. The pains, the ignominies, the humiliations they inflict on You, are so great and so many that the Angels weep, and cover their face with their wings in order not to see them.
My crazy Jesus, I too want to call You crazy—but crazy with Love. And Your folly of Love is such that, instead of becoming upset, You Pray and Repair for the ambitions of the kings and of the leaders, who aspire to kingdoms for the ruin of the peoples; for the many slaughters they cause, and the so much blood they cause to be shed for their whims; for the sins committed in the courts, in the palaces, and in the militia.
My Jesus, how tender it is to see You Pray and Repair in the midst of so many outrages! Your voice resounds in my heart, and I follow whatever You do. And now, let me place myself at Your side, share in Your pains, and console You with my love. And driving the enemies away from You, I take You in my arms to refresh You, and to kiss Your forehead.
My Sweet Love, I see that they give You no peace—Herod sends You to Pilate. If coming was painful, going back will be more tragic, because I see that the Jews are more furious than before, and they are determined to make You die at any cost.
Therefore, before You leave the palace of Herod, I want to kiss You to prove my love to You, in the midst of so many pains. And You, strengthen me with Your Kiss and with Your Blessing, that I may follow You before Pilate.
Thanksgiving after each hour
My Lovable Jesus, You have called me in this hour of Your Passion to keep You company, and I have come. I seemed to hear You Praying, Repairing and suffering, in anguish and sorrow, pleading for the salvation of souls in the most touching and eloquent Voices.
I tried to follow You in everything; and now, having to leave You for my usual occupations, I feel the duty to say to You, “Thank You,” and, “I bless You.”
Yes, O Jesus, I repeat to You, “Thank You,” thousands and thousands of times, and, “I bless You,” for all that You have done and suffered for me and for all. I thank You and I bless You for every drop of Blood You shed, for every Breath, for every Heartbeat, for every Step, Word, Glance, bitterness and offense which You endured. In everything, O my Jesus, I intend to seal You with a “Thank You” and an “I bless You.”
Please, O Jesus, let my whole being send You a continuous flow of thanks and blessings, so as to draw upon me and upon everyone the flow of Your Blessings and Thanks. O please, O Jesus, press me to Your Heart, and with Your Most Holy Hands seal every particle of my being with Your “I Bless you,” so that nothing other than a continuous hymn to You may come from me.
Reflections and Practices
Presented to Pilate, in the midst of many insults and scorns, Jesus is always sweet; He disdains no one, and tries to make the Light of Truth shine in everyone. Do we feel the same with everyone? Do we try to conquer our natural evil if someone does not sympathize with us? In dealing with creatures, do we always try to make Jesus known, and to make the Light of Truth shine in them?
O Jesus, sweet Life of mine, place Your Word on my lips, and let me always speak with Your tongue.
Clothed as a madman before Herod, Jesus remains silent, suffering unheard-of pains. And we—when we are slandered, mocked, insulted or derided, do we think that the Lord wants to give us a Divine Likeness? In the pains, in the scorns, and in all that our poor heart may feel, do we think that it is Jesus Who gives us sorrow with His touch, Who transforms us into Himself with His touch, and gives us His Likeness? And as suffering returns to us, do we think that Jesus, in looking at us, is not satisfied with us, and therefore gives us another squeeze in order to render us completely like Him? Following the example of Jesus, can we say that we have dominion over ourselves; that, in adversities, we prefer to remain silent instead of answering? Do we ever let ourselves be won by curiosity? In every pain that we may suffer, we must place the intention that it be a life that we give to Jesus in order to plead for souls. And placing souls in the Will of God, our pain becomes a circle, in which we enclose God and the souls in order to join them to Jesus.
My Love and my All, You alone, take dominion over this heart of mine and keep it in Your Hands, so that in any encounter I may copy within me Your Infinite Patience.