It's the terrible torture by which Pilate deceived himself of moving those who wanted Jesus death and of being able to rescue the Messiah from capital punishment, but in vain. From the Holy Shroud we can see that the scourge strokes are about one hundred and twenty with six holes each, since the scourge was made with various small ropes each having at one end small primitive lead balls, or sharp little bones.
Can a man willingly bear such dreadful tortures? Flesh shouts its agony under such a painful scourging coming from persecutors at the service of evil; it's love that keeps me mailed to this heavy suffering offered in sacrifice for you all. Just try to think: as a real man my flesh was the same as yours, the blood throbbing in my veins carried life as it does in all of you, and yet I had to pour it till the last drop to redeem all your past sins and even the future ones. Yes, all together your sins weighed like enormous rocks on me, while an unchained devil was worrying at finding terrible tortures, feeling sure he would get his victory after destroying my human body. If they had been able to, those persecutors would have taken away and torn even my soul. Meanwhile they were hounding on every centimetre of my body, tearing not only my skin but also my flesh. (cfr: Is.53.5). Try to tear some of your flesh with small hooks and you may be able to imagine the great pain when being tortured everywhere. Like a nightmare I was going again through what I already knew, and this is why in the Garden of Olives I had sweated blood (cfr: Lc.22,44). The Cross to carry and the bitter cup to drink were well beyond what men could effort. All your crosses, suffering, pains and cruelties put together will never equal my agony: not only my body was suffering but all my being. Betrayed by a disciple I loved, beaten even by those who had received my help, abused like the last of men, mocked like a lier, as a Man and as a God I was taking everything on me for pity. (cfr: Eb. 4,15). How much did you cost me? And yet few of you, too few, can see in that scourged man their God who came to shout his love, to redeem humanity from sin and join it again with God washing away everybody's sins with his own blood. (cfr. Ap 7,40).
Christs's Passion, a cry of love
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Can a man willingly bear such dreadful tortures? Flesh shouts its agony under such a painful scourging coming from persecutors at the service of evil; it's love that keeps me mailed to this heavy suffering offered in sacrifice for you all. Just try to think: as a real man my flesh was the same as yours, the blood throbbing in my veins carried life as it does in all of you, and yet I had to pour it till the last drop to redeem all your past sins and even the future ones. Yes, all together your sins weighed like enormous rocks on me, while an unchained devil was worrying at finding terrible tortures, feeling sure he would get his victory after destroying my human body. If they had been able to, those persecutors would have taken away and torn even my soul. Meanwhile they were hounding on every centimetre of my body, tearing not only my skin but also my flesh. (cfr: Is.53.5). Try to tear some of your flesh with small hooks and you may be able to imagine the great pain when being tortured everywhere. Like a nightmare I was going again through what I already knew, and this is why in the Garden of Olives I had sweated blood (cfr: Lc.22,44). The Cross to carry and the bitter cup to drink were well beyond what men could effort. All your crosses, suffering, pains and cruelties put together will never equal my agony: not only my body was suffering but all my being. Betrayed by a disciple I loved, beaten even by those who had received my help, abused like the last of men, mocked like a lier, as a Man and as a God I was taking everything on me for pity. (cfr: Eb. 4,15). How much did you cost me? And yet few of you, too few, can see in that scourged man their God who came to shout his love, to redeem humanity from sin and join it again with God washing away everybody's sins with his own blood. (cfr. Ap 7,40).