Look after my Mom

“Near the cross of Jesus stood his mother,
his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene.
When Jesus saw his mother there,
and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby,
he said to his mother,
“Dear woman, here is your son,”
and to the disciple, “Here is your mother.”
From that time on, this disciple took her into his home”
(John 19:25-27)

Reflection:
Here was Mary the mother of Jesus. She had cared for Him and followed Him. And now, whether she understood all that was taking place or not, she was there for her son. Rudyard Kipling expressed something of such love like this.

“If I were hanged on the highest hill.
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
I know whose love would follow me still,
Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!

Jesus looking down from the cross saw her there. As His heart went out to her in love He was reminded of the days that lay ahead for her. He did not commit her into the hands of His brothers for they did not yet believe in Him (John 7:5). But seeing the disciple whom He loved also standing there He placed her into the care of John, who immediately took her into his house.

Right to the very end Jesus cared for others above Himself.  And He fulfilled also the commandment in honouring His mother, by giving her the very best that was available to Him.

Such love – a mother for her rejected, despised and humiliated son; and a Son for His lonely and heart-broken mother. For Simeon had said to her,

“And a sword will pierce your own soul too.”
(Luke 2:35)

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(Picture: Artist Unknown)

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