March 8, 1971 Bayside Message • Apparitions of the Virgin Mary to Veronica Lueken Part 4
down, and sort of sticking out at the top. They slammed one spike into the two beams and the cross was made.
“Two lousy soldiers threw Jesus to the ground, and they pulled His arms out to stretch across the cross beam. Oh, how it hurt, the back so torn! I could see the pain in Jesus' eyes, but He never uttered a word. He just looked sad. Then they took brown, leather-like cord and wrapped it around His wrists at the board, bound to the board. Then they lifted and tied the wrists to the board, bound and wound the leather cord around the ankles and the wood to hold Him in place.
“Then the spikes were thrown onto the ground, and one soldier got down on his knees and he placed the spike in the center of the palm of poor Jesus' hand. With that metal mallet he drove it in through the skin and out into the board. I screamed! I threw up! This was repeated on the right hand. Then Jesus looked up to the sky. They started on the legs one large spike into both feet, His right foot over the left, at a twisted sort of angle, placed to lie flat against each other. I retched as I heard the metal against flesh and bone and wood. One spike
protruded out the other side. They hammered a block of wood under His poor feet, ‘to line 'em up,' they said. It was awful!
“I looked off into the crowd. Oh, there were
only nine people there to stay with Jesus. I now knew His Mother, Mary
Cleophas (the wife of Clopas), Mary Magdalen, and John. Oh, poor Jesus--never
a word did He say as they nailed Him to the wood. Oh, such love!
“Mary and Mary ran up
to Him. They did not speak at first; they could talk with their eyes to
each other. They didn't need words. John came over, for Jesus' bottom
tunic fell down. Oh, dear, He was almost naked. I turned away, but John
ran over and tied sort of knots in it, like a diaper. Oh, the humiliation
to poor Jesus! Then Jesus said to John: ‘Behold, John, your Mother!
And this, Mother, is Your son! I must go to the Father soon.’
Veronica finished the recitation of what she experienced
to find her feet swollen and her arms sore, the feet marked and the hands
stinging. Her wordless reaction was a mixture of wonder, joy, and love--joy
that now she could join Jesus in His suffering and hold His hand on the
road to the Kingdom.
|hole. It went in with a thump! Jesus winced. And it tore His hands more. Blood was trickling down His face. He couldn't move His head. The pain was awful; each movement cut deep. He sagged a bit, but pulled upward. The sagging tore more.|