His mother watches his tortured body struggle for breath. She feels his pain each time he gathers strength for another breath. Through her tears she realizes he is saying something to John, the apostle standing next to her. What does he mean? “Here is your mother!”
She remembers more than thirty years ago, those terrifying few weeks when she learned of her pregnancy. Then Joseph’s quiet comfort, and Elizabeth’s joy as her baby grew inside her womb. The long trip to Bethlehem, she wondered if she would make it back home before the baby came.
So many years have passed! So much mystery. Sometimes she felt such confusion; his words did not always make sense. But the promise from the angel never faded. This is the Messiah!
Where is God now? What is He waiting for? The Messiah on a cross?
“It is finished.”
She crumbled. This pain in her heart! How can he be dead? She allows John and the other women to help her down the hill. Her heart is breaking; she can’t get her breath.
She stops and turns back to look again. The soldiers are taking his body off the cross.
“I must see it, John. We should follow so we will know where to bring the spices for preparing hi body.” Once she is satisfied that they can return to the tomb, she is ready to prepare for the Sabbath.
This Sabbath, the day inches forward; she rests, but her heart is broken. Her son, the Messiah, is gone. She closes her eyes, but sleep does not come. People bring her food, but she cannot eat. She sits and remembers the infant, the toddler, the boy in the temple, the young man. And then those days of wonder, when he began healing the sick, performing miracles, speaking words from Jehovah!
She cries out to God, “It’s too soon! He can’t stop now! There is so much more to be done. I’m not ready to lose him.”
No, It can’t be!
Then Mary Magdalene found her, “He’s alive!”
Her heart leaps. “Are you sure? How can this be?”
“I have seen him. He is alive!”
Mary, the mother of the risen Savior, hears the sweetest words any mother could hear. Her son is alive!
Today, I am thankful for
- spring peaking out in buds and leaves
- spring, when God’s creation wakes up in beauty
- the story of a mother whose grief reminds me that my God knows my grief as well
- the risen Savior