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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Mothers (05/02/05)

TITLE: My Perfect Son
By Suzanne R


Every mother thinks her son is perfect. Every mother has her share of joy, hope, disappointment and pain. Iíve had more than my share. Unlike other mothers, though, my son really is perfect.

It began when I was a fresh-faced teenager. My father had arranged for me to marry Joseph, a good, godly man. I looked forward to a comfortable life as his wife and mother of several adorable children. Everything changed one amazing afternoon, though, when the most frightening being imaginable appeared to me! He was blazing light and I thought surely Iíd be burnt up. The angel, for thatís what he was, reassured me and then gave me the news that would change my life forever. The Messiah was to develop in my womb! I was to be his mother!

The angel said I was favoured, and I knew it. It really hit home when I went to visit my cousin, Elizabeth. I was a young virgin. She was very old. We were both impossibly pregnant. When I arrived, her baby jumped in her belly and she spoke some beautiful God-inspired words. I felt my spirit soar like an eagle. On the spot, I burst into a magnificent song. People still sing it today. They were wonderful days, before all the pain began.

I never expected it to turn out as it did. We all knew the prophecies about the suffering servant, but nobody expected the Messiah to suffer. We thought heíd be a great political leader and usher in Godís kingdom. After he was born, different people said wonderful things about Him and Iíve never forgotten their words. One prophecy was for me. ďA sword will pierce your own soul tooĒ, the devout old prophet said, and he was right.

Jesus was a perfect child, of course. I canít say he never gave me cause for concern though. When he was twelve and stayed behind in Jerusalem after the Passover feast, I thought Iíd go mad with worry. We just assumed he was travelling with his cousins. When we realized he wasnít there, my heart leapt into my mouth. Joe and I searched for him day and night. We were frantic and exhausted. Finally, we found him in the Temple back in Jerusalem. He didnít understand why weíd been concerned, but in hindsight, we were the ones who hadnít understood. Of course he was in his Fatherís house. Iíve never forgotten the sight of the leading teachers of our nation discussing deep truths with him in amazement.

He was a perfect child but once he grew up and left home, I must say that he caused me no end of grief. When he apparently rejected me, my heart felt as though it had been ripped out of my body. He was a great teacher then, and my younger children and I went to see that he was okay. Like any mother, I was worried that he wasnít looking after himself Ö and I was right. But instead of appreciating my concern, he wouldnít even make time for me. My visit did affect his teaching though. He taught that anyone who hears Godís word and obeys it is his mother and brother. I was inconsolable for weeks.

The worst days of my life were yet to come. If only he hadnít gone to Jerusalem Ö but he was determined. At the time, I thought it was incredibly foolish. I was there for him, though. Watching him suffer those last indescribably awful hours was devastating. Perhaps Iím selfish, but it was a tiny touch of comfort when he acknowledged me from that barbaric cross. Nodding to his closest friend, John, he entrusted us to one another as mother and son. John took me into his heart and his home, where I remain today, an old lady now.

I didnít understand then, but his death was the most selfless act this world has known. Three days later, still sobbing, my world changed yet again. Like a tornado, John swept into the house. Hair on end, sweaty and panting for breath, he grabbed me in a tight embrace. With a voice full of emotion, he croaked those unbelievable words. ďMother, Jesus is alive. Itís true. He is risen from the dead.Ē

Heís gone home now. His spirit is here among us though. You can be a part of our family too. You see, because of my perfect son, the world can be reconciled to God. Iím so proud of Him.

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Corinne Smelker 05/09/05
Being the jokester I am, I always wonder whether Mary used the old saw, "Why can't you be more like your brother?"

Well written.
Dixie Phillips05/09/05
What a great monologue! Gave us lots to think about it!
Lynda Lee Schab 05/10/05
Beautiful entry from the perspective of Jesus' mother. The piece flowed well. Nicely done.
Blessings, Lynda
Cheri Hardaway 05/15/05
Very nicely done! It is so easy to deify Mary and forget that she was a very real mom, just like we are! Thanks. Blessings, Cheri
Deborah Porter 05/16/05
Suzanne, another very good entry. Well done! Also, I wanted to let you know that you made it into the semi-finals and were right there in the midst of the action, holding your own very well. So give yourself a pat on the back. You've come a long way lady! Love, Deb (Challenge Coordinator)
Debbie OConnor05/16/05
Excellent! One of my favorites this week, and I've read a lot of the entries and all of the winners. Congratulations on making the advanced group. You are in the right place! :)
John Hunt05/16/05
Wonderful entry for Mother's Day. Very nicely done!