Mary was waiting . . .
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| Mother Mary at the Cross |
Her dearest Son—she watched Him die such a cruel death—His Bloody
Body—His anguish—His struggling for each breath. . . she heard the people
mocking Him as He writhed and groaned hanging there on that tree of wood. Come
down from the cross if you are God’s Son. . . She heard His words “Father
forgive them, they know not what they do!”
She heard all the groans and cries of those crucified with her Son. The
jeering crowd, the high priests deriding Him. . . the cries of the women who
were nearby. Mary Magdalene’s loud cries
as she beheld Her Lord—His friend and apostle John who stood steadily
beside her weeping silently.
She could hear Son’s shallow breathing—the gurgles—the panting—the
deep groans. Yet even then He thought of
others and not Himself. “Today you will
be with Me in paradise” . . . “Woman behold your son. . . Behold your Mother.” He thought of her—there was no man to look
after her now. . . so the Perfect One—the Beloved Son—gave her one who was not
perfect—and she knew from then on her mission would be to be Mother to not only
John but to all of us.
“I thirst”, “It is accomplished”, “Father into Your Hands I
commend My Spirit”.
Then silence. . . He was gone . . . the earth rebelled
at the creator’s death—the sun darkened, the earth quaked. People were crying out in alarm and distress—did
they realize what they had done? The bible says they went away beating their breasts. . .
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| Mary holds Her Crucified Son |
Confusion, yelling—all around her—but she heard nothing, saw
nothing but Her beloved Son. They thrust
a lance into His Side to insure that He was truly dead. How Mary’s heart must have revolted at the
sight of this last act of cruelty. His Blood
gushed out—the last of His Blood as every drop of His Blood had been spent from
the scourging and the crucifixion. These
last few ounces were from His Heart—He gave us all—everything was given. . . He
held nothing back. . . Not one drop.
They took Him down from the cross. Mary held her Beloved
Son in her arms. . . Her once beautiful boy that she had been given by God at
the message of an angel. She had held Him as a baby, watched Him grow into a
fine and wonderful young man. She watched Him go to start His mission and had watched as He healed the sick and
raised the dead. She heard His wisdom of
His sermons and all of this she kept and treasured in her heart.
Now He was gone, His lifeless body torn and
bloodied lay in her arms. What must she
be thinking? Her heart breaking. . . the
feeling of crying out – Did she say in her heart – Thy Will be done?
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| Jesus laid in the tomb, Mary arranged His Body herself |
His body was taken to a tomb . . .there was no time to anoint
Him. . . the Sabbath was near. She
arranged His Body as best she could. . . she kissed Him tenderly. Then the rock
was rolled into place.
Silence . . .
Night came and went . . . the sun rose—how can it after such
a horrendous thing - how can the world still go on? All of Jesus’
followers were sick and grieving. . .sorrowing, repenting their cowardice of
leaving Him – the women wailing and beating their breasts for what they had
witnessed. . . Exhausted was His Mother.
Calm. . . she had cried, her heart still raw from what she had
witnessed.
Her dearest Son lie in the
tomb.
But He said He would rise again on the third day. No one more than Mary, His Mother believed this. He had told her. . . He had promised. And she believed.
She would wait.
She gave comfort to all those around
her. She knew they could not see the
Truth. They were all in shock and anguish.
She waited. He will come. . . He will come.
Another night came and went—it was still dark, early
morning. She had rested as much as she
could though what sleep she could get was plagued by visions of her Son’s agony
on the cross.
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| Risen Christ |
And then—HE WAS THERE!!!
“Mother!” – he spoke so gently to her as she raised her eyes to see her
beloved Son. He was there before her—brilliant
as the sun, smiling down upon her with so much love—her heart nearly burst!
“Mother”, He said again.
Mary fell down at His feet and worshiped Him. He gently took her by the shoulders and raised
her up in front of Him. Then she saw—His
face, His body—He was not marred and broken as before. “Oh my Son!,” she cried. He held her tenderly in His arms. “It’s alright now Mother, all is well.” At
that He disappeared. He had others to
see and uphold. Her heart was aching
with so much love and joy—she began to sing a song of praise to God—maybe the
Magnificat once again!!
This is how I see the first Easter morning.
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| Jesus with His Mother Mary |
Jesus loved His Mother so much—He would not
have left her to know of His Resurrection by hearsay. He would have gone to her as a good son would
do.
He IS LOVE - - of course He
would!!!
No, it’s not in the bible – but think about it—not everything
that Jesus did was recorded in the bible!
Would not a man go to his mother first?
The one who loved him before anyone else? The one who raised him,
protected him, taught him—loved Him. . . It only makes sense.
As John said—And there
are also many other things which Jesus did, which, if they should be written
every one, I suppose that even the world itself could not contain the books
that should be written. Amen. John 21:25
This is my humble and lowly meditation. I thought I'd share it with you so that you may ponder it too. God bless and keep you.
Happy Easter!!
Jesus Christ is Risen today!! Alleluia!!
Our Triumphant Holy Day!!
Alleluia!!
Christ has died
Christ Is Risen!
Christ Will Come Again!!!!
