​Venerable Anne Catherine Emmerich-1774-1824
Anne was born in Germany to peasant parents and often had visions from Jesus, Mary, and other saints while in the field tending sheep.  Her angel-guardian appeared to her many times when she was young.  She was a religious of the Order of St. Augustine, at the Convent of Agnetenberg, Dulmen, Westphalia.  She tended to the poor and gave anything she had.  If the Blessed Sacrament was passing by even at a great distance she could feel It’s presence and run to the spot and kneel when the priest was coming by.  She was blessed with the suffering of the crown of thorns and the writer of this book saw blood go through her bandages in daylight while explaining her visions to him.  


Part 2. The Scourging at the Pillar

“That most weak and undecided of all judges, Pilate, had several times repeated the dastardly words: ‘I find no crime in him: I will chastise him, therefore, and let him go;’ to which the Jews continued to respond, ‘Crucify him! Crucify him!’ but he determined to adhere to his resolution of not condemning our Lord to death, and ordered him to be scourged according to the manner of the Romans.  The guards were therefore ordered to conduct him through the midst of the furious multitude to the forum, which they did with the utmost brutality, at the same time loading him with abuse, and striking him with their staffs.  The pillar where criminals were scourged stood to the north of Pilate’s palace, near the guard-house, and the executioners soon arrived, carrying whips, rods, and ropes, which they tossed down at its base.  They were six in number, dark, swarthy men, somewhat shorter than Jesus.  They were malefactors from the frontiers of Egypt, who had been condemned for their crimes to hard labor, and were employed principally in making canals, and in erecting public buildings, the most criminal being selected to act as executioners in the Praetorium.  
     These cruel men had many times scourged poor criminals to death at this pillar.  They resembled wild beasts or demons, and appeared to be half drunk (Hitler’s Generals and riflemen were often drunk in killing hundreds of Jews at a time).  They struck our Lord with their fists, and dragged him by the cords with which he was pinioned, although he followed them without offering the least resistance, and, finally, they barbarously knocked him down against the pillar.  This pillar, placed in the center of the court, stood alone, and did not serve to sustain any part of the building; it was not very high, for a tall man could touch the summit by stretching out his arm; there was a large iron ring at the top, and both rings and hooks a little lower down.  It is quite impossible to describe the cruelty shown by these ruffians towards Jesus: they tore off the mantle with which he had been clothed in derision at the court of Herod, and almost threw him prostrate again.
     Jesus trembled and shuddered as he stood before the pillar, and took off his garments as quickly as he could, but his hands were bloody and swollen.  The only return he made when his brutal executioners struck and abused him was to pray for them in the most touching manner: he turned his face towards his Mother, who was standing overcome with grief; this look quite unnerved her: she fainted, and would have fallen, had not the the holy women who were there supported her.  Jesus put his arms around the pillar, and when his hands were thus raised, the archers fastened them to the iron ring which was at the top of the pillar; they then dragged his arms to such a height that his feet, which were tightly bound to the base of the pillar, scarcely touched the ground.  Thus was the Holy of holies violently stretched, without a particle of clothing, on a pillar used for the punishment of the greatest criminals; and then did two furious ruffians who were thirsting for his blood begin in the most barbarous manner to scourge his sacred body from head to foot.  The whips or scourges which they first made use of appeared to me to be made of a species of flexible white wood, but perhaps they were composed of the sinews of the ox, or of strips of leather.
     Our loving Lord, the Son of God, true God and true Man, writhed as a worm under the blows of these barbarians; his mild but deep groans might be heard from afar.  These groans resembled rather a touching cry of prayer and supplication, than moans of anguish.  The two ruffians continued to strike our Lord with unremitting violence for a quarter of an hour, and were then succeeded by two others.  His body was entirely covered with black, blue, and red marks; the blood was trickling down on the ground, and yet the furious cries which issued from among the assembled Jews showed that their cruelty was far from being satiated.  
     The two executioners commenced scourging Jesus with the greatest possible fury; they made use of a different kind of rod,-a species of thorny stick, covered with knots and splinters.  The blows from these sticks tore his flesh to pieces; his blood spouted out so as to stain their arms, and he groaned, prayed, and shuddered.
     Two fresh executioners took the place of the last mentioned, who were beginning to flag; their scourges were composed of small chains, or straps covered with iron hooks, which penetrated to the bone, and tore off large pieces of flesh at every blow.
     The cruelty of these barbarians was nevertheless not yet satiated; they untied Jesus, and again fastened him up with his back turned towards the pillar. As he was totally unable to support himself in an upright position, they passed cords round his waist, under his arms, and above his knees, and having bound his hands tightly into the rings which were placed at the upper part of the pillar, they recommenced scourging him with with even greater fury than before; and one among them struck him constantly on the face with a new rod.  The body of our Lord was perfectly torn to shreds,-it was but one wound.
     The dreadful scourging had been continued without intermission for three quarters of an hour.  During the time of the scourging of our Lord, I saw weeping angels approach him many times; I likewise heard the prayers he constantly addressed to his Father for the pardon of our sins-prayers which never ceased during the whole time of the infliction of this cruel punishment.
     I saw the Blessed Virgin in a continual ecstasy during the time of the scourging of her Divine Son; she saw and suffered with inexpressible love and grief all the torments he was enduring.  It was not more than nine o’clock a.m. when the scourging terminated.

Part 3 The Crowning with Thorns
Read pg.234 The Dolorous Passion of Our Lord Jesus Christ
“A gallery encircled the inner court of the guard-house where our Lord was crowned with thorns, and the doors were open.  The cowardly ruffians, who were eagerly waiting to gratify their cruelty by torturing and insulting our Lord, were about fifty in number, and the greatest part slaves or servants of the jailers and soldiers.  The mob gathered round the building but were soon displaced by a thousand Roman soldiers, who were drawn up in good order and stationed there.”
“In the middle of the court there stood the fragment of a pillar, and on it was placed a very low stool which these cruel men maliciously covered with sharp flints and bits of broken potsherds.  Then they tore off the garments of Jesus, thereby reopening all his wounds; threw over his shoulders an old scarlet mantle which barely reached his knees; dragged him to the seat prepared, and pushed him roughly down upon it, having first placed the crown of thorns upon his head.  The crown of thorns was made of three branches plaited together, the greatest part of thorns being purposely turned inwards so as to pierce our Lord’s head.  Having first placed these twisted branches on his forehead, they tied them tightly together at the back of his head, and no sooner was this accomplished to their satisfaction than they put a large reed into his hand, doing all with derisive gravity as if they were really crowning him king.  They then seized the reed, and struck his head so violently that his eyes were filled with blood; they knelt before him, derided him, spat in his face,and buffeted him,saying at the same time,’Hail,King of the Jews!’”
“It is impossible to describe the cruel outrages which were thought of and perpetrated by these monsters under human form.  The sufferings of Jesus from thirst, caused by the fever which his wounds and sufferings had brought on, were intense.  He trembled all over, his flesh was torn piecemeal, his tongue contracted, and the only refreshment he received was the blood which trickled from his head on to his parched lips.  This shameful scene was protracted a full half-hour, and the Roman soldiers continued during the whole time to applaud and encourage the perpetration of still greater outrages.” pp 234-236

Today’s challenge: Compassion means “to suffer with”.  Suffer with Jesus in the Easter Triduum so you rejoice with Him in the Resurrection on Sunday.

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