“Near the cross of Jesus stood his mother and his mother’s sister, Mary, wife of Clopas, and Mary of Magdala.” (Jn 19:25)
As a mother, I cannot possibly fathom how Mary managed herself during the tragic days when they arrested and crucified her Son. She stood on the road and watched her precious Jesus pass by struggling to carry the burden of his cross. When all his disciples fled, she remained with him. I think no one could rip her away. She was completely helpless to do anything for him. Even more, she knew she had to support him to accept the suffering to come. All the while knowing that he did nothing to deserve such punishment. He was perfect and pure in every way. While she watched her Son die, she did the only thing she could do, offer her love while he suffered. Stand by and watch in hopes her presence might offer some comfort to her precious child. What an incredible amount of faith Jesus’ suffering and death had to demand of Mary. When he died, they took him down from the cross and placed him in her arms. She held him and looked at him. I am sure through her tears she thought of her precious baby boy from long ago. Probably never wanting to let his body go. Her Son displayed perfect faith. Her Son died to save the world. Oh how she must have had an overwhelming mix of emotions. Debilitating grief, proud of his courage, proud of his faith, angry at those who killed him and anxiously putting all of her hope in His resurrection so that she too might survive another day.