— But glories rested in you, and world-shouldering braveries, and words fell through you onto paper as sweetly as soft rain —Glenn Shea, The World is Nothing, a meditation on John Keats There is another side to all this, though: Jesus' innermost dignity cannot be taken from him. The hidden God remains present within him. Even the man subjected to violence and vilification remains the image of God. Ever since Jesus submitted to violence, it has been the wounded, the victims of violence, who have been the image of the God who chose to suffer for us. So Jesus in the throes of his passion is an image of hope:
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— But glories rested in you, and world-shouldering braveries, and words fell through you onto paper as sweetly as soft rain —Glenn Shea, The World is Nothing, a meditation on John Keats There is another side to all this, though: Jesus' innermost dignity cannot be taken from him. The hidden God remains present within him. Even the man subjected to violence and vilification remains the image of God. Ever since Jesus submitted to violence, it has been the wounded, the victims of violence, who have been the image of the God who chose to suffer for us. So Jesus in the throes of his passion is an image of hope: