<p class="title_brown"><strong>Veronica wipes the face of Jesus</strong></p>
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<p class="normal_text"><strong>V. </strong>We adore you, O Christ and we bless you.<br />
<strong>R. </strong>Because&nbsp;by&nbsp;your Holy Cross, you&nbsp;have redeemed&nbsp;the world.<br />
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<p class="subtitle_brown"><em>From the book of Psalms (Psalm 27, 8-9)</em></p>

<p class="quote">My heart whispers for you,<br />
My eyes look for you;<br />
It is your face I seek, Lord.<br />
Do not turn away your face from me.</p>

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<p class="subtitle_brown"><em>Meditation</em></p>

<p class="normal_text">Lord Jesus, again I recognize how the gesture of Veronica is the mirror of an experience in which so many other brothers can be, in which I can be. The care for you pain, the wish to relief it and the specific act of cleaning your bloody face condense a loving and compassionate attitude that results in a decisive <em>encounter and impression: </em>the meeting with you that transforms life and prayer, and the imprinting, in that same heart and in the life that is renewed, from your face which, as the Father, illuminates and transfigures until salvation. On the whiteness of the fabric marked by your face I see the <em>whiteness of the stainless heart</em> in which the light of your face shines. It is your face I seek, to imprint my heart.<br />
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<p class="subtitle_brown"><em>Prayer</em></p>

<p class="normal_text">Holy Father, United to the oblation of your Son Jesus, I pray for the perseverance of those who wish to welcome your grace and print you, as an indelible and determinant mark, in heart and life. I present you this prayer by the maternal hands of Mary, who in Fatima points to the whiteness of heart as a calling of each men and women.<br />
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Our Father...</p>
