Oh, but you have seen Jesus face to face and lived those very few precious moments with Him as Mary did. You bore him for nine months and despite the odds, you brought him to this world and what joy he brought you! How it pierced your heart when told that this boy is set for the fall and rising again of many...that the thoughts of many hearts may be revealed.
You watched him grow in grace and in purity of the knowledge of God and wondered how God could manifest His perfection of beauty in such a frail body. And how you loved him!
Yes, as Mary, you pondered all these things in your heart while time and again the piercings never end as you watched in horror how your beloved son writhe in pain, distort his face in agony, and twist his body to wring every ounce of blood out from him that many times you had to look away because it was just too much to bare. Do you remember how it grew dark around you when you did? The Father looked away too!
You beheld your son dying a slow and most agonizing death, just like Mary did who never took her eyes off his as light slowly left them.
The words in your cries when he was gone interpreted, "Why did it had to be my son?"
Would you have wanted your son to suffer a second more? Let his blood keep flowing some more? Water was the only thing left flowing from his body as he gave his all.
You held the lamb of God in your arms just like Mary did with her own after his son was lowered down from the cross.
Has the piercings stopped in Mary's heart after the cross? Was it such a great comfort to her to see a mighty church flourish in her son's name to compensate for the loss? You alone share in the ponderings of her heart. You know, because you are that Mary.
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