A son, what a blessing he is to his mom.
When sons are small they absolutely win a mothers heart. You walk along beside them and their little hands grab yours as you walk, they love and trust you. They love it when you cook their favorite food or bake them cookies…. I get tears in my eyes just thinking about these times that I experienced when my sons were small. During these precious times they are totally trusting you and their little hearts are so in love with you and where you lead them. Oh you learn very fast what they like and don’t like. You learn what are their favorite foods and games and you know their first little girlfriend’s name. They share all their secrets with you because they trust you with everything.
Today I am imagining what it was like for Mary the mother of Jesus as he was growing up and then what it was like when he grew into a man and died on the cross of Calvary.
I can look back on the lives of my sons as they grew from birth to manhood. Those memories are forever sealed in my mind and heart. Mary had very special moments with her son Jesus even though they aren’t recorded for us to read, they were a reality.
Let me imagine if you will how it could have been with Mary and Jesus.
The Bible doesn’t reveal much about Jesus as a small child, there is a reference to when he was twelve years of age.
Mary knew that one day Jesus would give his life. I have to wonder about those talks she and Jesus had regarding his death. The pain had to be almost unbearable knowing it would happen by the way of a cross. The Bible records the incident when Gabriel the Archangel came to visit Mary and what he told her that she would conceive and bear a son. Could there possibly have been more visits? Could it be possible that as Jesus grew Gabriel visited her to encourage her and guide her? I want to think, ‘yes’ to those possibilities.
Town people talk we know that they do. They probably spoke of Mary in a very negative way. They counted the months and it was sure that Jesus was conceived before Mary and Joseph was married.
What whispering and gossip must have been spread around by the vicious people.
As Jesus turned thirty years of age, his ministry began. Mary probably realized then that it wouldn’t be long before he would have to give his life. What were their talks about then? I wonder if his half brothers and sisters knew of his future? More than likely he assured his mother that he would die but he would come back from the grave.
The next three years went by quickly.
Next we find Mary at the cross. She knew her son Jesus was truly the Son of God, no one and no words could convince her otherwise. She knew she was a virgin and had not known a man and Jesus birth was miraculous. He was the Son of the Most High God.
When she stood and gazed at the cross many of the conversations that she had with Jesus throughout his lifetime came back to her. As she starred at her son, who’s image was so marred that he was not recognizable, she imagined Jesus when he was her little boy. He truly loved her with all his heart. She relived them walking and skipping along a path and Jesus maybe singing a song, her tears flowed as the memories continued.
She remembered when she saw Jesus learning to be a carpenter with Joseph and the times he hit his finger with the hammer and no, he never uttered a curse word. She was there many times when her son stunned the religious leaders at the synagogue with his wisdom of the Torah. Do you think Jesus told her what it was like to form Heaven and the galaxies of the world? Do you think he told her what it was like in the Garden of Eden? I wonder if he told her much about Satan and his evil ways?
Yes as Mary gazed at her son she truly knew that he would come back and be the savior of mankind. Did that help the pain? There was no doubt that it was torture to see your son beaten and hung on a cross to die. It’s something no other mother has ever had to experience. Jesus could have told her that he would see her in three days, the scriptures don’t reveal that conversation. But as her earthly son, his love for her would have led him to assure her that he would be back. We know he rose from that grave in three days and is alive forever more.
Mary was chosen of God the Father to bear HIS son. She was so very special.
If possible when I make it to Heaven, I would like to ask Mary about what it was like raising Jesus. But maybe not, maybe it won’t matter then.
I want to tell all the mothers that read this. Whether you have a son or daughter, don’t give up on them. A mother is the bridge between Heaven and Hell for your children, even if they are adults. Pray for them. Touch God for them with your love, words and actions. You can pray and move the mountains in their lives, believe me I know.
Today I pray for you and with you for your children and grandchildren and even great grandchildren. I believe being a mother is such a high calling from God. His grace will be there for you in your time of trouble and heartache. Always have that hope regardless of how the circumstances look.