MARY’S JOURNEY By Kathy Boecher©

Jesus’ beaten and wounded body was exhausted from continuous beatings.  His flesh was a mass of blood and torn flesh, along with the spit spewing from His accusers mouths. His trek along the Via Dolorosa included carrying the instrument of His death. He’d gone through hours of interrogation, false accusation and bitter pain.  The weight of the cross must’ve been almost more than He could bear.

As Mary stood within the crowd, hearing the violent words, “Crucify Him,” her heart burned. It was only thirty three years since she held His tiny body close to her breast and now it had all come to this.  She couldn’t believe it would end this way, but she knew deep inside her that it had to.

The Roman guards were anxious to get this over with, so they pulled a man from the crowd to carry the cross.  His name was Simon of Cyrene, Lybia.  Many Jews from Cyrene  were part of a community in Jerusalem called the Synagogue of the Freedmen.  Either he was a permanent resident or he had made the journey to attend the Passover Feast.  This man was ordered to carry the cross – to speed things up – to get it over with.

Did Simon do so willingly?  Did he realize who Jesus was? Could he recognize Him as the promised Messiah or was this just another religious fanatic?  Whatever was going through Simon’s mind, he carried the cross to the place of Jesus’ death.

Mark 16:24-26  “Then Jesus told his disciples, “If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me.  For whoever would save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for my sake will find it. For what will it profit a man if he gains the whole world and forfeits his soul? Or what shall a man give in return for his soul?”

Tears poured from her eyes as Mary observed this act of kindness towards her Son – the only kind act shown Him in all of this. His disciples had run away in fear.  Only John remained and was the last one for her to lean as they followed the smitten Lamb to the site of His final hours

As we travel to Golgotha with Jesus, it becomes apparent that being a follower of Christ isn’t an easy road.  There will be stumbling blocks along the way, but to live for Jesus will always mean gain for us.  Our eternal life depends on it.



As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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