Red Roses On Calvary

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There were roses on Calvary that day, you know. Bunches and bunches of roses adorning the skull. Red roses! For crimson blood seeped profusely that day. It had to be so for our own sake. Divine blood that dripped from a thousand and one hematic wounds as He hang on a brittle tree He Himself had created. There were sharp, pointed thorns too on the roses. They adorned His Divine head, piercing the smooth skin, forcing majestic blood ooze down into His royal eyes, stinging them abundantly, preventing proper sight. No wonder the prophet Isaiah said of Him: "his appearance was so disfigured beyond that of any man and his form marred beyond human likeness....." Such were the pointed thorns that crowned Him King of Kings. Yet for those who know, there was perfume there too. A fabulous fragrance that came down from Heaven on the wings of the Holy Spirit, a balm of blissful grace, that we may wash ourselves in it and be justified. "He took up our infirmities and carried our sorrows," For He loved us much. And we? Do we return His Love?