Jesus, I assign my pain and suffering to that which You suffered during Your Agony on Calvary.
For every insult I endure, I offer it to You.
For every abuse and verbal onslaught I suffer, I offer it in honor of Your Crowning of Thorns.
For every unfair criticism of me, I offer it in honor of Your humiliation in front of Pilate.
For every physical torment I endure at the hands of others, I offer it in honor of Your Scourging at the Pillar.
For every insult I endure, I offer it up in honor of the terrible physical torture You endured during the Crowning of Thorns when they tore out Your Eye.
For every time I imitate You, impart Your Teachings, and when I am sneered at in Your Name, let me help You on the road to Calvary.
Help me to be rid of pride and never to be afraid to admit that I love You, dear Jesus.
Then, when all seems hopeless in my life, dear Jesus, help me to be brave by remembering how You willingly allowed Yourself to be crucified in such a vile and cruel way.
Help me to stand up and be counted, as a true Christian, a true soldier in Your Army, humble and contrite in my heart, in remembrance of the Sacrifice You made for me.
Hold my hand, dear Jesus, and show me how my own suffering can inspire others to join Your Army with like-minded souls who love You.
Help me to accept suffering and to offer it up to You as a gift to save souls in the final battle against the tyranny of the evil one.