John and Jesus’ mother, Mary, followed the Via Dolorosa and watched the mighty warrior, Jesus go forth into battle. By this time, the Son of God had gone through a kangaroo court, been put on display before two Roman leaders, beaten and flogged within an inch of His life and led to Calvary to be the final sacrifice for the souls of man. John was like a younger brother to Jesus. He was the only disciple to show his face during these horrific events. The rest went into hiding.
As they trudged the mountain path, thoughts of the last three years ran through their heads. Mary pondered the events of His life within her heart from the day she received the message of salvation from the angel. Now it was all coming to an end. The promised Messiah was being led to his final destination. He would take with Him, the sins of the world – my sins and yours would be atoned by this precious Lamb of God.
A mystery indeed. How could God become man? How could this immaculate conception occur? How could a simple young woman carry the King of Creation for nine months through His birth only to watch Him suffer so? How could He be born as a human being to be both man and God? How could He take on our sins and forgive them through the ultimate sacrifice of death? What hope would there be in a dead Jesus? These were questions they must have considered.
As they watched the noble king be nailed to a common cross, their hearts had to be crying for justice. There had to be another way. Why did He have to die? What wrong had He done to deserve a criminal execution?
John thought of the early days with Jesus. How he and his brother, James, dropped everything to follow Him. They left their careers, their livelihood and their past behind, because this man indeed had an important mission. John was witness to many of the Lord’s miracles. He sat in astonishment as 5000 or more were fed with a few loaves of bread and a couple of fish. Just the night before, Jesus offered the last supper – the last Passover meal – His own body and blood. It was all so confusing, yet he knew he had to be there to support the woman who had given birth to Jesus.
Jesus looked at the two with great compassion as their tears flowed down their cheeks. His body was broken, His blood spent, He was in shock, thirsty and being mocked by a crowd of enemies. Yet in His dying moments He provided for His mother’s care. He commended her into the hands of His disciple and in turn gave John to be His mother’s son. Even in the dreadful horror of His final time on earth, He was tending to those He loved.
Finally the last minutes came. Jesus died. His disciple, John, wrapped Mary in his arms and led her away from the horrible scene. He would continue to provide for her needs from then on and she would look upon John as her own son.
Their tears continued. They didn’t understand. The words of promise that Jesus spoke in life, made no sense to them that day. When the sun rose on Easter morning and the tomb was empty, they understood. Jesus was alive and because of His death and resurrection, we will all live with Him in eternity.
Go tell someone today, how Jesus’ love is available to them. The world is hungry for some good news and we have it!