A Journey with Jesus to the Cross and Beyond
by Tricia McCary Rhodes
DAY TWENTY-EIGHT -- One Last Act of Caring
Whenever anything disagreeable or displeasing happens to you remember Christ crucified and be silent.
John of the Cross
Reflect
Prepare your heart to receive from God today and to give back to Him. Spend a few minutes reflecting on how He has blessed your life. Thank Him aloud specifically for these things. Offer these verses as a prayer back to God.
My heart is steadfast, O God; I will sing, I will sing praises, even with my soul. Awake, harp and lyre; I will awaken the dawn! I will give thanks to you, O LORD, among the peoples, and I will sing praises to you among the nations. For your lovingkindness is great above the heavens, and your truth reaches to the skies. Be exalted, O God, above the heavens, and your glory above all the earth.
Psalm 108:1-5
Consider for a moment the mother of Christ. Recall how as a teenager, an angel came and told her she would give birth to the Savior of the world. After her questions were answered, she responded: "Behold the bond-slave of the Lord; be it done to me according to your word" (Luke 1:38). Think of what her life was like as Jesus' mother. Today, walk with her to the cross and see her son being crucified.
Read
Woman, behold, your son!
John 19:26
The Jerusalem sky grows darker by the minute, yet no clouds can be seen. Those who remain at Golgotha are beginning to feel the weight of the air on their skin. A sense of inexplicable dread settles on the crucifixion crowd. The mockers of a moment ago now wish only for a speedy end to the day's events.
Jesus, with eyes shut, pants in short, sharp breaths. His lungs feel as if they are exploding within his chest. How easy it would be to give in, to let himself be strangled by the air he can't exhale. But it is not yet time.
He pushes down on his feet. Trying to hold himself up, he spews out breath and gasps for air. There is no relief now to the cramping in his legs, yet he continues to push down. He scans the hill, taking in face after face, until his gaze settles on the small group of women nearby.
He recognizes his two aunts, and Mary of Magdala, whose devotion to him has been such pure joy in these last months. But all who are watching the eyes of the condemned can see that the woman who captivates his heart is the one leaning against the disciple named John. Overcome with grief, Jesus tries to smile at his mother.
What does he feel when his gaze meets that of the woman who bore him in her own body? Does his heart break at the sorrow he inflicts on her? Does he remember how he's tried to prepare her for this? How as a child in the temple, he told her he had to be about his father's business? Or the day he gently rebuked her, saying his family were those who chose to follow him, and not those related by blood?
Holding himself up with the sheer force of will, he watches the small group draw closer to the cross. His mother weeps quietly as she looks up at her beloved son. It is almost too much to bear.
Woman...behold...your...son.
Disturbed by the distress in his voice, Mary holds out a hand in the air, as if longing to caress his face. Wracking sobs shake her insides, but she holds her head high, refusing to take her eyes from her son's face, though her heart tears in two. John tightens his grip around her shoulder, wishing he could do something, feeling powerless.
"Behold, your mother!" Jesus speaks directly to his brave young disciple. Then without warning, his legs collapse and he drops. John and Mary keep staring, hoping for another word. Jesus tries to encourage them with a nod, but pain contorts his face into an absurd grimace. He closes his eyes.
John gently turns the mother of Christ from the cross, intent on following his master's final instructions. What more can he do for this one who loved him so in life? Moving back a few feet, the grieving group bows their heads, as if in prayer.
Every now and then Mary looks up, hoping for some sign of movement from her child who hovers near death. How she must abhor the burden she bears in these final hours. The shame of illigitimacy brought her first-born son into the world, and now the shame of crucifixion will take him from it.
"Be it done unto me according to Thy word," Mary once said to the angel who illuminated her life with God's wondrous plan. Since Jesus' inglorious birth in a manger, she has not wavered in her commitment, but this time the anguish of letting go must be beyond description.
Darkness descends on Golgotha and demons begin their premature celebration of the Redeemer's defeat. The Son of Man it seems has given up, death's grip closing in on him like a vise. But the battle isn't over yet. And though the Prince of Darkness may wield his victory flag in glee, the Lord of the universe has not yet finished the fight.
Respond
Wait quietly upon the Lord as you ponder this scene at Calvary. Consider the intense emotions of Jesus as he says good-bye to his earthly mother. Reflect on her unique pain -- both that of a mother seeing her son suffer so, and of God's chosen vessel knowing her task is completed in this way. Thank God for her presence at the cross, and for that of John -- the one disciple who stayed, and took no thought for his own life.
Consider Mary's words: "Be it done to me according to Thy word." As you reflect on the Cross of Christ, are you able to offer yourself this willingly? Write a prayer expressing your thoughts in this moment at Calvary.
A Prayer
My precious Lord, give me the courage to pray as your own mother did, "Be it done to me according to Thy word." And when I waver, let me remember that though surrender to your will may cost me a thousand deaths, nothing I suffer can compare with the agony you faced on Golgotha's hill. Oh that I might join You there, learning of You and loving You. Let me die to gain your glory and live to bring You pleasure. Let it be, O God, let it be.
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