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Around this time of year, especially Holy Week, I think often of Mary and imagine the trauma she went through and the dark couple of days she had to endure. To hear the tauntings to crucify her Son, knowing He was perfect. She knew He did not argue with her or disobey or ever roll His eyes at her when she wanted something done. I wonder how she did not go maniac when they were beating Him, and tearing His clothes off and mocking Him. When He was pierced, was her heart pierced just as sharply? How did she not go tearing into someone? I can only imagine the darkness she felt when she was led away from the cross, seeing her son hanging there knowing He was innocent. Did she wish she could die beside Him?
And I imagine the joy in her heart, when she saw Him after He rose again. Did she realize she was standing on holy ground by His empty tomb? Did her heart leap with the same joy as it did when she knew she was carrying Him?When did the darkness lift and she see such brilliance of hope and light? Was there such hope in her heart now; did she get the eternal value of His death and the truth of His coming back to life just as He said He would? Did she realize after the deep darkness, indeed, He is the everlasting Light? What did she think when she touched her son – as her son or as her Saviour? When did she believe?
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Joining Gypsy Mama and her Five Minute Friday.