Have you ever wondered what Mary Magdalene was thinking as she stood at the foot of the cross, gazing on the battered body of her beloved JESUS? The horror and sheer agony she felt must have overwhelmed her to the point of feeling her heart ripped from her chest.
I can see Mary standing at a distance, her small body racked with the pain of her shattered heart. Memories of the precious time she spent with her cherished SAVIOR after HE set her free from those horrid devils that had tormented her for so long. The few years they shared brought a sweet smile to her tear stained face as her eyes glance up at her KING, suspended between heaven and earth on a roughhewn cross. Punished as if HE were the worst of criminals. Punished for sins HE did not commit. Her MESSIAH was innocent. Her knees buckle as pain racks her exhausted body once again. She buries her face in her hands, her fingers tangling with her long black hair. The thoughts screamed threw her head pulsing through her small frame. HE is innocent. HE had done nothing but minister JEHOVAHs loving kindness to those who needed him most.
Mary’s hair tangling in her fingers took her back in time again. JESUS was at a Pharisee’s home, having a meal with him and his friends, enjoying laughter and fellowship while telling the assemblage about JEHOVAHs all-encompassing love. Mary had brought a small jar of her favorite cream, her intention to wash the SAVIORS’ feet, HE was going away, and she was already missing HIM. JESUS eyes met hers as she approached, HIS smile welcoming her. She knelt before her beloved MASTER, and washed the precious feet of ONLY BEGOTTEN SON OF GOD with her tears and dried them with her hair! She laid the SAVIOR’S feet on her lap as she open her jar of fragranced cream. This cream’s monetary value meant nothing to her, HE was her KING, her MASTER, her SAVIOR, and her BEST FRIEND, and HE was going away. She lovingly and tenderly messaged the aromatic cream into JESUS rough, dry feet. Being certain to pay attention to each foot, rubbing the exhaustion and pain away as best she could.
The whispered gasp of her MESSIAHs comforting voice brought her sharply back to the present; to the dark hill were the SAVOIR of the world, paid the ultimate price for everyone. She looked up just in time to see JESUS’ battered and bruised body relax as he uttered, “It is finished” Mary clambered to her feet, racing to her SAVIOR, her heart crying out to JEHOVAH in a cacophony of emotions she could not express in words. Just as the tips of Mary’s outstretched fingers touched her MASTERS braced and bludgeoned feet, a soldier grabbed a spear, ramming it forcefully into JESUS’ side, causing HIS blood and water to saturate her trembling hand. Calming peace coursed through Marys’ innermost being as the sky became as black as a moonless night and the ground rocked and rolled, sending her closer to her KING. Lovingly she began cleaning HIS beautiful feet with her tears and drying them with her hair……………….
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