Day Thirty–Five // March 29 // The Broken Heart of Christ “‘Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.” – Miguel de Cervantes –
Three times. Throughout the Gospels, Jesus cries three times. Once by the tomb of His friend. Once in the garden of His betrayal. And once over the city of His death. “If you, even you, had only known on this day what would bring you peace – but now it is hidden from your eyes,” He’d cried (Luke 19:42). His heart – fashioned by the very hands of God and birthed from the womb of woman – was breaking. It was breaking for the sins of the world. It was breaking for the coldness and the hardness and the seeming indifference He saw.
