When she saw the angel, she was troubled at his words. She thought
about what had been said. The angel said
to her, “Mary, do not be afraid. You have found favor with God. See! You are to
become a mother and have a Son. You are to give Him the name Jesus. He will be
great. He will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give Him
the place where His early father David sat. He will be King over the family of Jacob
forever and His nation will have no end. Luke
1:29-33
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A mother isn't supposed to feel this kind
of pain. Like a searing knife tearing at her womb, the agony consumes her. She
wishes it was her hanging there, not the broken body of her beloved Son. The
Son who brought her such joy. The Boy-child who was impressed in her by the
Holy Spirit.
It was a rocky beginning. The finger
pointing. The accusations but she and Joseph got through because they understood
fragments of what lay behind the gossamer veil of death. God had spoken The
Angels had breathed hushed, assuring words in both their hearts—so they knew.
But the cross? The place of the skull.
The Angel had said their beloved Son would
sit in the place where His early father, David, sat. He would be King over the
family of Jacob. Would that not mean a changed world where the Gift of her Son
would reign forevermore? Pure Love would cleanse the world.
But there are only nails. Broken bones. A
crown of thorns. Insult after insult.
The blood trickles marring her son’s olive
skin and she weeps some more. Is this what God promised? Was it a failed
experiment? Did God now regret the plan? Heaven was silent.
“IT IS FINISHED.”
At that moment, the curtain
of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook, the rocks
split. Matthew 27:51
The mother’s heart grieves. Vomit rises as
she falls prostrate begging for relief.
A touch on the
shoulder—from the one her Son loved. Instructed to care. Her tears bog her in the
soggy mire. The one He instructed to care scoops up the soul-crushed woman. She
clings to her new son.
She feels a heart
beating the message as he carries her homeward. His heart whispers for her to wait ... and all will be revealed.
From that time on Jesus
began to explain to his disciples that he must go to Jerusalem and suffer many
things at the hands of the elders, the chief priests and the teachers of the
law, and that he must be killed and on the third day be raised to life. Matthew 16:21
The third day. Is coming …
I
want to know Christ—yes, to know the power of his resurrection and
participation in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, and so,
somehow, attaining to the resurrection from the dead.
Philippians 3:10-11
Part way through the Lenten season. I lay
prostrate on my own bed. A mother. Learning to trust. Knowing it wasn’t a mistake
because—the Third Day is coming.
My tears are for my children. I see their
pain. My tears are for the world. I hear the horror. My tears are for Christ. Mothers
want to fix things. But I learn. The foot of the Cross. I sit. I place my
tears.
The breath of death ushering in New Life.
The Third Day approaches …
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writer@glynisbelec.com
www.glynisbelec.com
This is beautiful, Glynis. Thank you.
ReplyDeletePowerful. No other words...
ReplyDeleteThank you Glynis.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful and memorable message Glynis!
ReplyDeleteSo thoughtful
ReplyDeleteI can only imagine what it must have been like for Mary to see her beloved son despised, rejected and subjected to a shameful death on the cross. Did she wonder about the promises God had made to her about her son? Was this the death of a king? Did she know Jesus was dying so that every person could be saved?
ReplyDeleteThankfully, for all of us, there is the resurrection.
Spoken as a mother. The joy of birth, the anguish of death, the hope of promises made. Thank you for this truly human story.
ReplyDeleteA mother's heart. Such a complex story of love and pain, that shows our own tears may bog us down but we can be lifted up from the mud. Not only on this earth, but after death, because of the resurrection.
ReplyDeleteThank you Glynis. The words so well written gives your reader images to find themselves in the old story.
ReplyDeleteSuch a powerful and heartfelt Easter message, Glynis! I have read it over and over, and it almost leaves me speechless. As the mother of a son, I can not imagine the heart-wrenching pain, sorrow, and grief Mary endured at the foot of the cross. I, too, wonder how much she understood. Did she know death could never separate them? Did she know it was not the ending of a life, but the beginning of a new life?
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