She stands very sadly among the crowd. She is also angry. These people who had welcomed her son into the city a few short days ago are hanging Him on a cross, a punishment for criminals.
As she stands there hearing the catcalls and the jeers of people who really didn’t know Him, she recalls the memories of what had been told to her at the time of His birth. Kings and Wisemen had traveled great distances to worship Him.
She remembers Simeon at the temple in Jerusalem praising God and blessing the three of them. She also reflects on Simeon’s words, “And a sword will pierce your heart.” A prophetess had also spoken to them that day.
She gave thanks to God and told every one who looked forward to the redemption of Jerusalem.
She remembers Joseph, her husband, who had stood by her and who protected her son’s life. Even Joseph,had he been living, could not have protected him from this unruly crowd.
She listened for any words that her son might speak. “Father, forgive them, for the do not know what they are doing.”
“What’s that, ‘Forgive them’?” She thinks for a minute A small smile comes upon her face and she thinks,“God is still with him.”
His last words will echo in her mind the rest of her days. “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.”