“But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners,
Christ died for us.”
Romans 5:8 (NASB)
It’s All For Us
Nothing about this was right. This is not right, I tell you. I can’t just stand here as they mock my son, my Lord. How can I watch the soldiers divide his clothes and cast lots to see who will receive them? Is this some game to them?
Please, tell me this is a nightmare. Tell me I’ll wake up soon. No mother should have to watch her son die, let alone in such agony. Children are not meant to go first. How can this be happening? It’s not fair. This is not right.
I flung my body at Jesus’s bloodied feet. “Noooo, stop this. Someone stop this. That’s my son.”
I pointed and screamed again, “Don’t you know who He is? That’s Jesus, the Son of God. That’s the only hope for Israel. You must know this. You’ve seen his miracles. He’s innocent.”
The guards grabbed my arms and drug me back. As they did, I heard him cry, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”
My heart pierced and I echoed his cry, “How can you make him endure this? How is this fair? God, do you hear me? Take this from him. You can. I know you can.”
As I looked up at my son, my boy, tortured, beaten, hanging on that rugged cross — blood dripping from his lips, thorns cutting his forehead, and his palms pinned straight through with spikes, he knew death was imminent. He told me I would see his glory, but I don’t see it. I only see horror.
My Jesus knew what was coming and he wasn’t surprised. He spent his life anticipating this moment: the cross. People denied him, mocked him, turned from him, and my Jesus chose this ending anyhow. Our rejection didn’t keep him from the cross.
But it’s so much worse than this momma’s heart could ever imagine. Do you see him up there? He’s up there for me. He came for me. It’s my sin for which he is up there dying, but he’s up there for you too, for your sin. He loves us that much. He’s baring our sins in his body on that cross and it’s all for us. His love poured out for us. Unfathomable, unending.
I sobbed until my voice couldn’t utter anymore sounds. My heart is broken in a thousand pieces. Three days of anguish, yet as I lay in bed, I remembered the promised words of my youth, “I am the Lord’s servant. May it be to me as you have said.”
I knew I would see him again.
The next morning, Mary Magdalene rushed to tell me words I couldn’t believe.
“I have seen the Lord. The tomb is empty. Jesus has risen.”
Is it possible? Can it be so? My trembling legs couldn’t hold me anymore. I dropped to my knees, arms raised towards the heavens.
Screaming with joy for all to hear, “He did it! He really did it! Death could not hold him. My Savior, my Redeemer is alive. Can you even believe it?”
I raced to tell others, “Jesus is alive. He has risen just as he said.”
Do you know Him?
Today of all days I ask you, Do you know my Jesus? He did it all for you so that you can experience life more abundantly – everlasting life.
Can you even fathom this sacrifice? How are you rushing to spread the Good News?
Thank you for letting me attempt a 1st person account of what Mary, mother of Jesus may have been feeling during these three days.
– Jen Schmidt, author at Balancing Beauty and Bedlam, host of The Becoming Conference