What is there today for us but sorrow? The one we have loved is dead, and with Him our hope.
Today is Mary's day. Her Son was just murdered. The body she made for the Son of God in the secret depths of her womb is now lying in a tomb. The blood that flowed through her veins and into her baby boy is now poured out upon the ground. Her body, her blood, her heart pierced by a sword of sorrow as His was pierced by a spear.
But she is still a mother. What mother isn't an "other mother" to the friends of her son? Today is her day, the day she gathers her children together, comforts them, shares with them her trust in her son, God's Son.
Today is the day of the tomb, but also of the womb. It is the day of expectant waiting - will He do as He promised? Can it be possible that He is really coming back?
Today is also the 7th day of the week. Seeing that all things were renewed in Him, the Word offered His spirit to the Father, uttering "Consummatum est!", and on the 7th day God rested.
If that were the end of the story, we would have salvation, but we would not know it. All is accomplished on the cross, but we do not yet have eyes to see, or ears to hear. We have no advocate to remind us of the truth.
And so we wait. Will He do as He promised? He told us He would suffer, be betrayed by one of His own.
He told me I would deny Him.
Today, we wait, wrapped in His Mother's arms. Our Mother now.
Will He do as He promised?
