Fr Jason Smith

Caravaggio – The Calling of Saint Matthew
If not for a hockey game, I wouldn’t be a Legionary priest today.As a good Minnesotan, I naturally considered hockey as divinely inspired, a sign of God’s love for us. But it’s what happened after the game that took me by surprise and lead me to know my priestly vocation. More…

I came across some old statues of the Glorious Mysteries of the Rosary in Stony Point, New York, and as both Easter and Biltrix are on my mind, I immediately thought of posting some pictures of them.
“Father, into your hands I commend my spirit.” With a last sigh your head drops slowly towards us, with your chin just above the breast-bone. We can now look up at your face; finally it is relaxed and calm, illuminated with the gentle majesty of God.
Soon it will be three o’clock. Jesus is still holding on, but barely.
Jesus is in a state bordering on total collapse. His body aches in excruciating pain; each time he pulls himself up to breath,
An hour passes. The sun is now covered by clouds, and it suddenly has become very cold. Jesus is undergoing immense suffering.
The curses and insults have begun to dwindle. The large crowd is no longer interested in watching Jesus die. The show is over.
We have been accompanying Christ during his passion. As if the cruelty of his torments was not enough, now, suddenly, a new type of scourging begins: 