It’s Good Friday. At least on this side of The Cross we call it good.
But for those who witnessed Jesus die, the atrocity of crucifixion, and the absurdity of an innocent man’s death proved unbearable. Many disciples disappeared. Yet a few could not keep themselves away. One of them was His mother. She did what any momma would do. She would not leave her son’s side no matter how awful, bloody, and painful the view. She stayed to the end.
What would you do if you were Mary? I know what I would’ve done. Here’s some of my thoughts from A Mary Like Me.
….The Scriptures give no indication of anger in Mary’s spirit as she watched her son die, but I confess that if it would’ve been me grieving beneath that blood stained cross, I would’ve had a real heart-to-heart, foot-stomping, angry prayer time with God. My guttural petitions might have been, “What are you doing? He is your Son! How can you let this happen? You are the sovereign God! You provided for Abraham.”
“Where is the ram?”
If I tried to slip my feet in Mary’s worn sandals on that bitter day when Jesus cried out, Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachtani (“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me”), I would’ve been gritting my teeth, screaming within my soul, begging and demanding for God not to forsake my son.
Then again, there’s a chance I would’ve been too numb to move, to think, to pray.
I have a feeling Mary might have had those very same thoughts. The angel Gabriel had told her, “He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give Him the throne of His father David, and He will reign over the house of Jacob forever; His kingdom will never end” (Luke 1:32).
Can you hear Mary’s heart beating and the questions running frantically through her head? She probably found herself questioning again just as she had questioned Gabriel the night he gave her the assignment.
How can this be?
On the day of Jesus’ death, there were no angels in sight. There were no signs given by heavenly beings of the fulfillment of Gabriel’s words; there was only the nauseating, faith-snatching scene of the Son of God nailed upon a cross. It was a day like no other, and Mary N. probably thought that it would never end….
If you’ve felt forsaken by God, you join the ranks of biblical saints and Jesus Himself.
[tweetability]Oh, for faith to see beyond the fear and disappointment of today to the hope of Easter. Resurrection is in the air.[/tweetability]
Can you feel it?
What hopeless situation are you staring at today? Can you leave it at the Cross? Leave a comment. I would love to pray for you.
I don’t normally post on Saturday, but I can’t leave us like this. I’ll be with Mary Magdalene at the empty tomb in my next post. See you tomorrow.
The Lord be with you,