… The Cross!
What did that look, sound, and feel like for Mary Magdalene, Simon Peter, the beloved John, Mother Mary… or to you????
I can only imagine…
The heart of Mary Magdalene, from the Cross…
“N_O_! How could this happen? It can’t be real. The memories of the Cross will stay with me forever. I couldn’t bare to see You suffer, but I couldn’t stand to walk away. I wanted You to see me. I wanted to be there for You, like You have been… for me. I wanted You to see that You’re not alone. Oh God, I have failed You. Because of me, there’s You… high and lifted up on a cross.”
“Oh my Lord! I look around. Where have all the people gone? Did they not see You or hear You? Were they not touched by You, healed, or fed by You? There is such great emptiness here now Lord. My heart grieves Your loss. You were the great love of my life. Jesus, where has all the LOVE gone?”
“All that fills the air for me now, Jesus, is the deafening sound of silence or the heart-breaking roar of victory, from all those who would not receive You. I can barely move from hopelessness, Lord, but the distasteful ballot of the people’s choice, still stirs me to anger.”
“J_E_S_U_S! Why do I feel so alone? Why do I feel like a part of me has died? Why do I feel so detached and distant? It was just yesterday that I saw You. I heard You when You said You must go, but would rise again. When, where, and how will I know? I so want to be there! And until then… What do I say and what do I do? Where do I go… and whom shall I speak to? I don’t care if it kills me Jesus, I want to see You, hear You, and pour out to You… Again! And I’ve still gotta know… where are You right now?”
“Teacher, who will instruct me? Lord, who will protect me? Counselor, who will understand me? Friend, who will love me for me? How can I live without You Jesus? I don’t want to. Oh my God… help me!”
“From this day forward, Lord, I want to be with You. Wherever You are and wherever You say “GO”, I want to go. Whatever You do and whatever You say “Be DONE”, I want to do also. I want to sit at Your feet, carry Your oil, listen to Your voice, and hang on Your every Word! I can’t breathe without You… resuscitate me Jesus! Lord I need You! Where may I find You now?”
Mary speaks for me… from the heart.
I cannot speak for others, but for me when someone very near and dear to me; someone I so loved and spent time with daily, passes on, I gotta know “What are they thinking, seeing, hearing, tasting, feeling at this very moment?” “What is my friend’s reality right now?” “Christian… What is the Word God gives you today?” I’ve gotta know…
The greatest gift anyone of us can give the people we so love is… the gift of peace and assurance that when we “go”[pass away here] we are in “Better Hands Now” with Jesus! HE is our reality! “JESUS IS ALIVE!!!”
Don’t cry for me… here. I’ll be with my Jesus… there!