“From the sole of the foot to the head there is no sound spot; wounds, bruises, open sores not dressed, not bandaged, nor soothed with oil.” Isaiah 1:6
there was not much details in the four gospels about the scourging of Jesus. the most vivid depiction that i ever witnessed was from the motion picture “passion of the Christ”. i almost cannot stand to watch that scene at all. but i still did. and it was like i also felt Jesus’ suffering when i did.
back in our hometown, bhoy participated in flagellation rites on Good Friday when we were younger. together with our childhood friends, they made whips out of short bamboo sticks or metal chains tied to nylon cords. they designed banana leaves to serve as long skirts for their costumes. then they wore masks made from old shirts to cover their heads. at dawn, they went to church to repent and pray. then they proceeded to a riverbank where they hit their backs until tender. that was the time they would lightly slash about one centimeter line patterns on their backs with a razor blade. there would be a hundred wounds, more or less, which they will scourge over and over, as they walk around town under the scorching heat of the sun barefoot.
when i asked him why he had to do it, he said it was his panata. a panata is a tagalog word which means repayment for a prayer or wish that was granted. he never told me what his prayer or wish was. but what i was certain of, those wounds surely hurt.
compare those wounds to what our Lord had to bear. they are not even close. yet both of them have a prayer. this Holy Tuesday, whatever we are suffering from, let us all remember that our Lord suffered way much more than he ever deserved. we can scourge ourselves all we want, but we can never repay the life that was sacrificed for our redemption.
let our panata be that we no longer add more to what the Lord had already suffered. instead, let us not waste our pain. but from it, let the healing follow.