MARY’S JOURNEY by Kathy Boecher
It was like any other day during Passover. Many had come to give their offerings and make their animal sacrifices. The sound of sheep without blemish and doves cooing, along with chanting voices and general chaos filled the streets. Every year it was the same thing. People came from far and wide to do their religious duty in celebration of a long past time when God gave the Jews their freedom from the oppression of Egypt. For many, it had become a habit – a tradition – a ritual.
Now they were under the rule of the Roman government, who allowed them to worship as they wished, but were brutal in their governing and forms of justice.
Mary may have thought to stay home this year. It wasn’t necessary for women to make this journey, but her son, Jesus was there. She knew in her heart that this week would be the culmination of his work here on earth. She must’ve have felt the pangs of a broken heart as she pondered everything leading up to this week.
Jesus sat at the temple gate, where the treasury was set up and watched as people came, gave their offerings of money and left. There were those who placed large amounts in the boxes. They were rich and may have been able to give even more. Soon a poor widow went forward with her pittance and dropped it in the treasury.
Jesus found another lesson in that moment. He spoke of how the rich gave from their abundance, while this poor widow gave everything she had, which was only two copper coins. She gave her offering out of faith that God would continue to provide for, even though she now had nothing more to give.
The religious leadership of the time didn’t take time to help the widows, as had been the custom of old. They would as soon take advantage of them. This act of faith was more than the size of her gift.
Mary marveled at Jesus’ insight. He saw the unrighteous condemnation and indignation towards the poor. Yet he praised those who had nothing but their faith to rely on. She could see that the widow was indeed richer than she knew.