While I was driving in this morning praying the sorrowful mysteries, specifically the crowning with thorns. I have read and listened to others say it, but this morning it finally clicked for me. I think it was a combination of listening to the catechism in a year this morning and praying the rosary also.
The crown of thorns is a hyper example of humility. An example for us in moments when pride threatens to overcome us, to infiltrate our hearts and minds. When the “weight” of the gift of life leads us towards bitterness, or resentment.
We can look to the crown Our Lord wears for us, and draw strength in our weakness. I try, and fall down constantly, to remember His humility and love especially when I am feeling the stirring of frustrations. Which honestly stem from a prideful root, for me anyhow.
I take a moment, think of the crown of thorns, give Him what I cannot handle gracefully, and remember what He bore for my sake. As long as I am not intent on staying in those emotions, I am blessed with peace. Even if I feel the pull to stay frustrated our spiteful, the conviction after is so intense that I have to beg for forgiveness and give all of it God as an offering.
The crown of thorns is literally the antidote for pride. Whenever you feel the prickling in your heart or mind at “why did this happen to me?”, or “I don’t deserver this.” Remember the crown of thorns that God wore for you, so we might be saved by His love. Praise God.
Please show grace