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By Suzanne R
05/08/05
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Every mother thinks her son is perfect. Every mother has her share of joy, hope, disappointment and pain. I’ve 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 I’d be burnt up. The angel, for that’s 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 he’d be a great political leader and usher in God’s kingdom. After he was born, different people said wonderful things about Him and I’ve never forgotten their words. One prophecy was for me. “A sword will pierce your own soul too”, the devout old prophet said, and he was right.

Jesus was a perfect child, of course. I can’t say he never gave me cause for concern though. When he was twelve and stayed behind in Jerusalem after the Passover feast, I thought I’d go mad with worry. We just assumed he was travelling with his cousins. When we realized he wasn’t 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 didn’t understand why we’d been concerned, but in hindsight, we were the ones who hadn’t understood. Of course he was in his Father’s house. I’ve 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 wasn’t looking after himself … and I was right. But instead of appreciating my concern, he wouldn’t even make time for me. My visit did affect his teaching though. He taught that anyone who hears God’s 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 hadn’t gone to Jerusalem … 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 I’m 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 didn’t 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. “Mother, Jesus is alive. It’s true. He is risen from the dead.”

He’s 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. I’m so proud of Him.

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