Have you
heard, my son he’s alive.
I just
can’t believe it, it was only a couple of days ago that I stood there watching
my son die, it was the worst week of my life. Watching these people say such
horrible things and then choosing to save Barabbas a murderer and then crucify
him. Standing there hearing them yell Crucify! Crucify! Those words filled the
air and my mind, I can still hear them now, and then they made him drag his
cross through the streets before they killed him.
I don’t
care that he is our Saviour, or Messiah he is my son, and they killed him! No -
one should ever have to watch that, no-one should ever have to watch their son
be crucified, but I did.
John has given
me such strength and support during it all and he was with me when Jesus died
and has taken care of me. I haven’t wanted to see and talk to anyone. I have
just been sitting numb, unable to believe that my boy’s dead. Mary and others
have been visiting his tomb and taking spices and caring for his body, but I
just couldn’t…. I couldn’t.
Where was his
miracle? Why could he raise others but not stop himself from dying.
Then
yesterday when Mary went to the tomb he was gone, there was no body, just the
strips of cloth, and came running back saying “They have taken my Lord, and I
don’t know where they have put him.” She
grabbed John and Simon and raced back to the tomb. WHAT, the tomb was empty! I
got so angry, hadn’t they done enough, now they had to steal his body as well!
But John came back and told me he hadn't been
stolen he was alive!
Mary spoke
to the others explaining what had happened. At first she just sat crying then 2
angels spoke with her and then Jesus spoke to her. She thought he was the
gardener, but it wasn’t it was Jesus, my boy and he’s alive.
Where’s the
miracle? Here is the miracle, he did die, but he didn’t stay there, he’s alive!
I am still
trying to believe it, I do …. almost, Thomas is having trouble believing it is
Jesus and I can understand why, we were devastated when he was killed.
I shouldn’t
be surprised; he hasn’t been what you would call and ordinary son. Although it hasn’t been easy, I have known
deep in my heart that he was special from the very beginning, when the angels
visited me and told me I would give birth to the Son of God, and even as a
young child he was always most comfortable in the temple.
I remember
when we lost him. He was 12 and we were visiting the temple as we did every
year for the Feast of Passover, travelling with our family. When it was time to
leave we just assumed that Jesus was with his cousins, they were always mucking
around, but when we settled down on the first evening we realized he wasn’t
there. Oh the panic, we hurried back to Jerusalem, with some of our relatives
to look for him, 3 days we searched, I have never felt so afraid!
We finally
found him in the temple; Joseph and I were so relieved to have found him. Jesus
didn’t seem to understand what the issue was, and had no understanding of the
anxiety or concern that he had caused or why we wouldn’t have looked in the
temple first. Asking us why we didn’t
know he would be in his father’s house. Joseph didn’t understand what he was
talking about and I was so overwhelmed by finding him that I didn’t think too
much about it at the time, but as he said where else would he be.
While it
was sometimes difficult for Joseph to understand, I just kept praying, asking
God to give me the grace, wisdom and strength to do what was asked of me.
As Jesus
said where else would he be, he was always a special boy, who knew in his heart
that there was more to come. That his life was one with a purpose and meaning,
he knew he had 2 fathers, Joseph and his heavenly father and he tried to be
faithful to both, but it was hard.
There were
days where it all became too much and I asked God, “Why me?” So often I
wondered how it was that we were meant to raise the Son of God.
I always
knew he was special, but that didn’t make it any easier to watch as he grew and
developed into the Messiah that I knew him to be. He was often reluctant for
people to know who he was; it was only at my insistence that he even performed
his first miracle.
It was after
this that we went to Capernaum, and then onto Jerusalem, just as we did every
year for Passover. But this time it was different, things had changed. Instead
of being inside with the teachers, Jesus was outside his father’s house. He was
so angry, they had turned the temple, his father’s house, into a market place. He
said that if they destroyed the temple that he would rebuild it in 3 days. It’s
only now looking back that we have realised he wasn’t talking about the temple,
he was talking about himself. We may not have known this was to come but he
did.
My heart
breaks to think of my boy carrying such knowledge alone. He knew, he always
knew who he was and what he was called to do.
When he was
rejected by the people he had grown up with in Nazareth, he knew. When we
doubted he knew. When the teachers and leaders that he had sat with as young
boy in the temple turned on him, he knew.
He knew who
he was and what he was here to do, I knew he was the Messiah but I had no idea
it would lead to this, to the week we have had. He started life as a miracle
and continues to show what a miracle he is. He is our Lord, he is the Christ,
he is the one we have all grown up hearing about. He is the one that has been
sent to save us. He knew this; he chose to go through the horrible pain and
suffering for us. He chose to die for us.
I have
always known he was special, I have always known he was a miracle and now
everyone else knows what a miracle he is and knows that he is the Saviour of
the world and that he is Lord.
Where is
the miracle? He is the miracle. He is our Saviour and Lord and he went through
all that pain and suffering for us, so we wouldn’t have to. I always knew he
was special, but something tells me this is just the beginning, as the Angel
Gabriel said “He will be great and will be called the Son of the Lord most high
and he will reign over the house of Jacob forever, his kingdom will never end.”
2 comments:
Beautiful sermon Em, read it on Easter morning. Mum Walsh
Thanks; Reverend Emm. Barri Walsh
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