God, you have taught us through your son Jesus Christ that a prophet has no honor in his native place. Let me honor you, though my heart has been a native place to you; since a child, I have known you through Baptism and the Sacraments.
And you have said, “Unless you people see signs and wonders, you will not believe.” Let me believe in you only through your promises, words and, above all, your sacrifice for us on the cross. Grant that I should forever recall your admonition to “seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things shall be yours as well” (Matthew 6:33).
Let me reflect, at this special time, on the compassionate thoughts you had for me and all mankind as nails pierced your sacred hands at the Crucifixion.