John stands there not knowing what to think. Here his friend, his teacher, his leader hangs on a cross. John knows that Jesus will die. “. . .but this is a criminal’s death. Jesus did no wrong. I was the one who deserted Him, I should be up there,not Him.
John continues his musings, “He told us things that we could not fathom; He told us that he would be going away from us. We all ran away from Him when he needed us most. Peter, James and I couldn’t even stay awake when He asked us to pray in the garden. We let Him down! The next thing I knew the soldiers were there to arrest Him.
I don’t feel right being here watching Jesus die. I am not even worthy to be called one of his friends. I don’t see any of the other followers here. I wanted to ask Jesus to forgive me, but I couldn’t get to him. All I can do now is ask his mother to forgive me and see if I can help her.”
His mother,her sister,who is Clopas’s wife, and that one who He saved from demons stand next not far from John. John hears Jesus as he speaks to her from the cross.
“Dear woman, here is your son,”
Jesus looks toward John and speaks to him.
“Here is your mother.”
John feels as if a great burden has been lifted from his shoulder. He walks away with Jesus’ mother, feeling that he had truly been forgiven.