Veronica Offers Her Veil to Jesus
We adore You, O Christ, and we praise You.
Because by Your holy cross, You have redeemed the world.
Rise.
PRESIDER:
On that dread day, a woman, Veronica, ignoring what bystanders might think, reverently wipes the face of Jesus bruised and stained with dust and blood and recognizes in that suffering countenance the very Face of Divinity.
PEOPLE:
Lord, grant that, like Veronica, I may brave all human respect in order to carry Your image at all times with me, not on a veil made out of cloth but on the indelible tablet of my heart, knowing that there is only one way I can become exactly like You, and that is by suffering. Amen.
She beheld her tender Child,
Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled
All with bloody scourges rent.
