Came across this quote in the Magnificat very powerful words.
“Basically the mystery of the cross isn’t a mystery of strength but a mystery of helplessness. It is a victory, to be sure, but a victory hidden even from the eyes of the victor, a victory having every appearance and all the taste of defeat, and experienced as a defeat.
The cross isn’t a mystery of bravery but a mystery of love. It doesn’t consist in suffering courageously, nor merely in suffering, full stop, but in being afraid of suffering; it doesn’t consist in overcoming an obstacle but in being crushed by it; not in being strong and noble hearted but in being small and absurd in one’s own eyes; not in deploying virtue but in seeing all one’s virtues routed and pulverized; and in accepting all this lovingly. And in accepting lovingly to be strengthless; strength is no use, love is what’s needed.
So we shan’t reach the goal by gritting our teeth since if we are capable of gritting our teeth, this means that we are strong, and all the while we are strong with this kind of strength we still don’t know what the cross is all about. Christ didn’t grit his teeth to go to his Passion, he didn’t pluck up his courage, he knew very well that he couldn’t. He merely said: Father, your will be done, not mine, which is something of a different order, of a different world, the world of love. And not merely love of the human sort, but a love commensurate with God, of God’s sort that is to say, love of a sort we can never produce ourselves. This sort of love isn’t ours to give. God has to breather it into us, he has to come into us to love himself.”
(Father Bernard Bro, O.P.)