Here's a
little bit more about Mary and how I think she may have reacted to
the crucifixion of her Son.
Dear
Diary;
John laid
his hand on my shoulder, and asked if I would care
to share
with him what I had been writing.
I
shrugged my shoulders slightly, and he took that as an affirmative.
I sat
there leaning against his arm while he read.
When he
was done, he wrapped his arms around me, and our tears
mingled.
I’m glad he is comfortable holding me close now that Yeshua
and Yosef
are both gone. Under normal situations a man is forbidden
to touch
a woman unless she is his wife or child, so it is good that
Yeshua
told John to take care of me. Sometimes a woman needs
a man to
hold them close!
Eventually
our weeping lessened because after all life must go on
even
though the Light of our lives has been extinguished.
John told
me that at the end Yeshua had commended His
spirit
into the hands of his Heavenly Father. That is some consolation,
I
suppose, but did Yahweh
accept Him? Oh such
bitterness is seeping
into my
bones. I can not live this way but I have no strength to fight
against
it!
One more
memory is haunting me. I may as well write it out
since it
is so oppressive. When I saw what they had put on His head,
something
fierce welled up within me. It was a wreath of terrible thorns,
so sharp
that the blood was coursing in rivulets down His cheeks. I
wanted,
oh, how I wanted to snatch it off and fling it aside. They were
scoffing
at His sacred claims to be a King! Years of conditioning to be
quietly
submissive rooted me to the spot. I have lovingly washed, and
combed
those locks, and now they were matted, and blood stained!
I have
soothed that pallid brow countless times, and kissed Him to
sleep. Oh
why am I doing this to myself? Why must I dredge up all
these
terrible scenes? I want to forget, and wrap myself in a mantle of
pleasanter
memories, but the awfulness of what has happened tears at
me. Even
the veil in the temple was torn in half! I am so frightened. It
seems
like evil is stronger than good, and where will it all end?
When I
lay aside my writing instruments, I hope sleep will grip me
once
again. I am so terrified of the unknown while awake, I so rarely
fall
asleep, but at least when I do there is oblivion for a short while.
237
Early
tomorrow morning some of His closest friends will accompany
me to the
tomb for our final acts of service to Him Whom we all loved
so
dearly. I know the disciples will not go. They have lost faith,
and
hope. It
has been a crushing disappointment for them, for all of us, but
we must
do this, and then somehow muddle blindly onwards without
the Light
of our lives.
Yeshua,
oh, Yeshua, do You know how much we have been hurt?
238
22nd
Nissan
April
14th
Dear
Diary;
It is
much later. It seems like this long night will never end yet I
dread
seeing His precious face so still and cold in death. Will the agony
ever
lessen?
22nd
Nissan
April
15th
Dear
Diary;
Yeshua,
Yeshua, Yeshua! How I adore you! How I marvel at how true
Your
claims to be the Son of God and the Messiah were. Yehoshua!
I can not
say Your Holy Name enough! Oh the wonders of beholding
Your
glorious face once again! Never has the healing of my spirit been
so rapid,
and so complete!
Never
have the tears of grief been transformed into tears of rejoicing
as they
did that Holy Day! Never in my wildest dreams had I expected
to see
You alive, as the resurrected Son of God, healed in body, and
radiant
in spirit. Now, even more than during Your years of being a
rabban,
and healer I will willingly be in the background; I will mingle
with the
crowd, and just be another of Your ardent followers. Yeshua,
I want to
cling to Your sacred feet, and be Your bond servant. Nothing
could
give me deeper pleasure than doing your every bidding. I will
forever
bask in Your Shekinah in
the form of the Holy Spirit, but Oh, I
am soo
glad that Thou art back!
239
Dear
Diary;
Yeshua is
gone again, but this time the departure was so much easier
to bear.
He has gone to be with His Heavenly Father were He certainly
deserves
to be, and He is preparing a place for all of His Chavivi,
beloved.
Thank
you, thank you, oh Heavenly Father for letting me care for
Him for
just a little while during the time He dwelt among us. Now
I
understand that the veil of the temple was rent in twain to show
us we
could reach You directly after He died! Thank you for letting
me kiss
those nail wounded hands one last time. He is so whole once
again,
but those scars are left in His precious hands to remind us of the
tremendous
cost of our redemption.
Thank You
for those final glorious moments on the hillside while
we
watched Him float up into Heaven. I know that He must return to
You
from whence He came, but oh I will cherish Shekinah,
and some
day, oh
happy day, we will meet again!
With
love, and rejoicing, from Mary 'am
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