Jesus Meets His Mother
Luke 2:34-35,51
Simon blessed them and said to Mary his mother, Look, he is destined for the fall and the rise of many in Israel, destined to be a sign that is opposed – and a sword will pierce your soul too… His mother stored all these things in her heart.
Psalm 56:8
My heart is ready, Oh God, my heart is ready.
That day in the temple Mary marvelled at the wondrous things that surrounded the presentation of the child Jesus. And Simeon had forewarned her that this first presentation of her Son would have its sequel on a darker day, when a sword would pierce her soul. She pondered these things in her heart so that when the time came she would be ready. And now that day has arrived. With what love she loved her Son and her Lord, and the greater the love the keener the sufferings she would undergo. How did they meet, how long did that encounter take. Perhaps only a few seconds before the guards dragged him on. Tradition affords us no words spoken between the two. Perhaps there wasn’t enough time, but more likely there was no need. What love and pain must have passed between them in the meeting of their gaze; in the meeting of their hearts. Mary looks at her beloved Son, and the sword of sorrow which had always swayed over her maternal heart must have been plunged into that heart in that very instant. And Jesus looks at his suffering and sorrowful Mother and so beautiful is her soul, so strong and so full of love and faith, that it ravishes his Sacred Heart and more resolutely he moves on, so that all might have the chance to be somehow more like her, she who is the supreme triumph of his grace, its highest fruit.
Mother Mary – Blessed art thou among women, but what mother has suffered more than thee. Help us, Oh Holy and Sorrowful Mother, to always walk with Jesus, even when things seem beyond our strength or endurance.
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