Do you sometimes get stuck in prayer? You know you should be doing more than telling God about your day, or presenting your needs to Him, but you’re having trouble meditating, or you’re not sure how to do it.
When I am distracted, I picture Jesus in His suffering. Certain scenes always move me. Like St. Teresa of Avila, I like to visit Him in the Garden of Gethsemane. In my mind I kneel beside Him, perhaps supporting Him with my arm, whispering words of encouragement in His ear, or gently mopping the bloody sweat from His brow.
Other times, I take the place of Veronica, wiping His face with my veil after He has stumbled under the weight of the Cross.
Lately, I am spending more time before Jesus as He is crowned with thorns. As the soldiers swarm around Him, bowing in mockery, I bow in adoration. I crown Him King in my heart. I offer Him my love, and I see His eyes, which in His pain can barely focus on anything, focus for a moment on me and be consoled.
Since Jesus has often comforted me, I can offer that comfort back to Him. It may seem ridiculous that my comfort would mean anything to the Lord of the Universe. He is everything, after all, and I am nothing. But I know He accepts it–not for His own sake, but for mine and for the world’s.
If my two-year old should come and offer to kiss me when I hurt myself, I would not reject him. Just the thought of it would make me smile. Jesus treats me the same way I treat my son. He lets me soothe His pain as a sign of my love. He accepts the consolation in His love.
And the love that flows between us is the essence of prayer.