There are certain things in life that are too beautiful to be forgotten, such as the love of a mother. Hence, we treasure her picture. The love of soldiers who sacrificed themselves for their country is likewise too beautiful to be forgotten; hence, we revere their memory on Memorial Day. But the greatest blessing that ever came to this earth was the visitation of the Son of God in the form and habit of man. His life, above all lives, is too beautiful to be forgotten; hence, we treasure the divinity of His Words in Sacred Scripture and the charity of His deeds in our daily actions. Unfortunately, this is all some souls remember — His Words and His deeds; important as these are, they are not the greatest characteristic of the Divine Savior.
The most sublime act in the history of Christ was His death. Death is always important, for it seals a destiny. Any dying man is a scene. Any dying scene is a sacred place. That is why the great literature of the past, which has touched on the emotions surrounding death, has never passed out of date. But of all deaths in the record of man, none was more important than the death of Christ. Everyone else who was born into the world, came into it to live; Our Lord came into it to die. Death was a stumbling block to the life of Socrates, but it was the crown to the life of Christ. He Himself told us that He came “to give his life [as a] redemption for many”; that no one could take away His Life; but He would lay it down of Himself (Matt. 20:28; John 10:18).
If, then, death was the supreme moment for which Christ lived, it was therefore the one thing He wished to have remembered. He did not ask that men should write down His Words; He did not ask that His kindness to the poor should be recorded in history; but He did ask that men remember His death. And in order that its memory might not be any haphazard narrative on the part of men, He Himself instituted the precise way it should be recalled.
The memorial was instituted the night before He died, at what has since been called the Last Supper. Taking bread into His hands, He said: “This is my body, which shall be delivered for you” — that is, delivered unto death. Then, over the chalice of wine, He said, “This is my blood of the new testament, which shall be shed for many unto remission of sins.” (see Luke 22:19; Matt. 26:28). Thus, in an unbloody symbol of the parting of the blood from the body, by the separate consecration of bread and wine, did Christ pledge Himself to death in the sight of God and men and represent His death, which was to come the next afternoon at three. He was offering Himself as a Victim to be immolated, and that men might never forget that “greater love than this no man hath, that a
man lay down his life for his friends” (John 15:13), He gave the divine command to the Church: “Do this for a commemoration of me” (Luke 22:19).
The following day, that which He had prefigured and foreshadowed, He realized in its completeness, as He was crucified between two thieves and His blood drained from His body for the redemption of the world. The Church, which Christ founded, has not only preserved the Word He spoke, and the wonders He wrought; it has also taken Him seriously when He said: “Do this for a commemoration of me.” And that action whereby we reenact His death on the Cross is the Sacrifice of the Mass, in which we do as a memorial what He did at the Last Supper as the prefiguration of His Passion.
Hence, the Mass is to us the crowning act of Christian worship. A pulpit in which the words of Our Lord are repeated does not unite us to Him; a choir in which sweet sentiments are sung brings us no closer to His Cross than to His garments. A temple without an altar of sacrifice is nonexistent among primitive peoples and is meaningless among Christians. And so, in the Catholic Church, the altar, and not the pulpit or the choir or the organ, is the center of worship, for there is reenacted the memorial of His Passion. Its value does not depend on him who says it, or on him who hears it; it depends on Him who is the One High Priest and Victim, Jesus Christ Our Lord. With Him we are united, in spite of our nothingness; in a certain sense, we lose our individuality for the
time being; we unite our intellect and our will, our heart and our soul, our body and our blood, so intimately with Christ that the heavenly Father sees not so much us with our imperfection, but sees us in Him, the Beloved Son in whom He is well pleased. The Mass is, for that reason, the greatest event in the history of mankind — the only Holy Act that keeps the wrath of God from a sinful world, because it holds the Cross between heaven and earth, thus renewing that decisive moment when our sad and tragic humanity journeyed suddenly forth to the fullness of supernatural life.
What is important at this point is that we take the proper mental attitude toward the Mass and remember this important fact: that the Sacrifice of the Cross is not something that happened hundreds of years ago. It is still happening. It is not something past, like the signing of the Declaration of Independence; it is an abiding drama on which the curtain has not yet rung down. Let it not be believed that it happened a long time ago and therefore concerns us no more than anything else in the past. Calvary belongs to all times and to all places. That is why,when our Blessed Lord ascended the heights of Calvary, He was fittingly stripped of His garments: He would save the world without the trappings of a passing world. His garments belonged to time, for they localized Him and fixed Him as a dweller in Galilee. Now that He was shorn of them and utterly dispossessed of earthly things, He belonged not to Galilee, not to a Roman province, but to the world. He became the universal poor man of the world, belonging to no one people, but to all men.
To express further the universality of the Redemption, the Cross was erected at the crossroads of civilization, at a central point between the three great cultures of Jerusalem, Rome, and Athens, in whose names He was crucified. The Cross was thus placarded before the eyes of men, to arrest the careless, to appeal to the thoughtless, to arouse the worldly. It was the one inescapable fact that the cultures and civilizations of His day could not resist. It is also the one inescapable fact of our day, which we cannot resist.
The figures at the Cross were symbols of all who crucify. We were there in our representatives. What we are doing now to the Mystical Christ, they were doing in our names to the historical Christ. If we are envious of the good, we were there in the scribes and the Pharisees. If we are fearful of losing some temporal advantage by embracing Divine Truth and Love, we were there in Pilate. If we trust in material forces and seek to conquer through the world instead of through the spirit, we were there in Herod. And so the story goes on for the typical sins of the world. They all blind us to the fact that He is God. There was, therefore, a kind of inevitability about the Crucifixion. Men who were free to sin were also free to crucify.
As long as there is sin in the world, the Crucifixion is a reality. As the poet Rachel Annand Taylor has put it:
I saw the son of man go by,
Crowned with a crown of thorns.
“Was it not finished Lord,” said I,
“And all the anguish borne?”
He turned on me His awful eyes;
“Hast Thou not understood?
So every soul is a Calvary
And every sin a rood.”
We were there, then, during that Crucifixion. The drama was already completed as far as the vision of Christ was concerned, but it had not yet been unfolded to all men and all places and all times. If a motion-picture reel, for example, were conscious of itself, it would know the drama from beginning to end, but the spectators in the theater would not know it until they had seen it unrolled upon the screen. In like manner, Our Lord on the Cross saw in His eternal mind the whole drama of history, the story of each individual soul and how, later on, it would react to His Crucifixion; but though He saw all, we could not know how we would react to the Cross until we were unrolled upon the screen of time. We were not conscious of being present there on Calvary that day, but He was conscious of our presence. Today we know the role we played in the theater of Calvary, by the way we live and act now in the theater of our day.
That is why Calvary is actual; why the Cross is the crisis; why, in a certain sense, the scars are still open; why pain still stands deified, and why blood like falling stars is still dropping upon our souls. There is no escaping the Cross, not even by denying it, as the Pharisees did; not even by selling Christ, as Judas did; not even by crucifying Him, as the executioners did. We all see it, either to embrace it in salvation or to fly from it into misery.
But how is it made visible? Where shall we find Calvary perpetuated? We shall find Calvary renewed, reenacted, re-presented, as we have seen, in the Mass. Calvary is one with the Mass, and the Mass is one with Calvary, for in both there is the same Priest and Victim. The Seven Last Words are like the seven parts of the Mass. And just as there are seven notes in music admitting an infinite variety of harmonies and combinations, so, too, on the Cross there are seven divine notes, which the dying Christ rang down the centuries, all of which combine to form the beautiful harmony of the world’s redemption.
Each word is a part of the Mass. The first word, “Forgive,” is the Confiteor; the second word, “This day you shall be with me in paradise,” is the Offertory; the third word, “Behold thy Mother,” is the Sanctus; the fourth word, “Why hast Thou abandoned me?,” is the Consecration; the fifth word, “I thirst,” is the Communion; the sixth word, “It is finished,” is the Ite, Missa Est; the seventh word, “Father, into Thy hands I commend my spirit,” is the Last Gospel.
Picture, then, the High Priest Christ leaving the sacristy of heaven for the altar of Calvary. He has already put on the vestment of our human nature, the maniple of our suffering, the stole of priesthood, the chasuble of the Cross. Calvary is His cathedral; the rock of Calvary is the altar stone; the sun turning to red is the sanctuary lamp; Mary and John are the living side altars; the Host is His Body; the wine is His Blood. He is upright as Priest, yet He is prostrate as Victim. His Mass is about to begin.
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