Summary: Lenten series on characters at the cross
We Were There -
Mary, The Mother Of Jesus
John 19: 16b - 27
CALVIN CHRISTIAN REFORMED CHURCH
Belong here, and you are a member of one of life’s painfilled communities. It’s a select group - with one of the most painful rites of passage imaginable. To enter the gates of this fellowship you need to experience something terribly unnatural. We watched Mary enter those gates as she experienced the death of a child.
The fellowship of bereaved parents.
Those of you who have experienced this know what I mean.
Children are supposed to bury their parents.
Not the other way around.
The word comes - "You’re going to have a baby."
And immediately hopes, dreams, expectations begin to grow inside, along with that child.
What will they look like?
What will their personality be?
What will they accomplish?
What experiences will we share with them?
Generally, over time, parents get answers to those questions.
But not always.
Sometimes, in miscarriage, the child’s soul is heaven-bound before a day outside of mother.
Sometimes, only weeks or months.
Sometimes the answers begin to come and are, because of accident or illness, abruptly cut short.
......ah, the pain in experiencing it. Years later it hangs with you.
So many of you know that. I was talking with someone from Tubman Funeral Home earlier this week who shared how recently they held a memorial service for a child still-born at 27 weeks gestation – and did the service some 28 years after the fact; a service that the parents didn’t want 28 years ago, but now found very healing.
- the memories stay.
What could have been.....
What would have filled those empty album pages.......
Oh, Mary - the pain you experienced!
Not only in the grief of bereavement.
Also in the horrific nightmare of abuse and torture.
Parents’ greatest instinct is to protect their children.
How often I have sat with even an aged parent, concerned about an ill or suffering child, and heard the sentiment, "How I wish that I could be ill.... that I could face the operation....... instead of my child."
Want to endure the rage of a parent? Speak ill of their child within earshot. Treat the child badly. Lay a hand on the youngster.
Oh, Mary - that your first born son not only had to die – but this way?
You experienced it, hour after long dark hour.
Ripped so from your arms.
When the angel Gabriel came to you, Mary, what did you envision for the future of the favored one of the Lord?
When told that you will, in miracle ways, conceive a son, a great son, a son destined to sit on a throne, could you have envisioned a throne made of two rough cross members?
Ah, the words of the old man Simeon, spoken 33 years earlier in the temple, before your hair turned gray, before the wrinkles came and your youthful hands became work-worn and calloused, while Joseph still lived:
"This child is destined for the falling and the rising of many in Israel....- and a sword will pierce your own soul too."