INRI

    I try to make it a nightly ritual before I start my prayers, to consecrate on my forehead, with Holy water, the initials INRI. In Honor of my King.

     The crown of thorns, the purple robe, the reed in His hand, even the sign that rose above His head on the Cross were exchanged for a Crown of Gold, a White Robe, and a Scepter in His hand as He holds the real title, "Jesus, Son of God".

     Jesus is a King. King of the Universe, expanding it far beyond the words and boundaries of that wooden sign. We even go as far as saying, "King of Infinity, King of Heaven and Earth". The devil might have thought he could hold our Jesus down, but he was wrong. And he knew it. That's why the torture and humiliation was taken to its highest acme. Oh! The strength of our God, the strength of our Jesus, and now among us the strength of the Holy Spirit. 

     Jesus fell more than three times. In His Precious Heart He cried constantly. Seeing His Holy Mother, tore Him apart at Her anguish, still, He rose to His feet and kept walking. Laying down His beautiful body on that wood. Stretching out His arms to the Universe. To us all. Allowing them to think they conquered Him. Then placing the sign INRI, in their minds as a mockery, became Truth. For He is Our risen Jesus, our King of the Jews, King of all, Son of God, Our Father.