But Jesus cried out again in a loud voice, and gave up his spirit. And behold, the veil of the sanctuary was torn in two from top to bottom.
I don’t really know how other Catholics do it, but I am a worrier and a gnawer by nature and so I most often find myself praying the rosary for various intentions–praying over issues in my own life or for other people, using the mysteries as jeweled lenses through which to view those issues. I don’t do enough of praying the rosary simply in order to be with Mary and Jesus. Even with this mystery, often I’m praying it for the repose of someone’s soul, or for my own need to die to self. But the Crucifixion is one mystery where I do, relatively often, pray simply in order to pray, with no purpose except spending some time kneeling (physically or otherwise) at the foot of the Cross.
I do think praying this mystery makes me more aware of my own unreadiness: all the luxury goods I think of as my skin and flesh, which will need to be stripped away.
The Jubilee Shouters:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q8GI1b0bnTMAnd a hometown-heroes version with soprano: