I was sitting in church this morning listening to the sermon and realized that Easter is fast approaching. My first hint was the easter baskets coming in with parishioners to be delivered to those less fortunate. A twinge of guilt struck as I realized any other time, we would be delivering three baskets full of goodies to add to the collection. This year is different, as the mother of a new angel, I am quickly learning that I am in my own little world with my own little calendar that is blank because I can't focus enough to write anything on it.
This week's lesson was on Simon Peter denying Christ 3 times and how he would be forgiven and go on to do so many wondrous things. Food for thought. Hmmm, we are in that time of year when all lessons are aimed at the Easter story of loss and resurrections. It suddenly occurred to me that this Easter I will see the story in a different light. This year, I believe I will be living through the story through the eyes of a Mother, much like Mary, Mother of Christ.
Now in no way am I comparing myself to Mary, other than as a mother, and in no way am I making Joshua out to be like Jesus. Joshua was not born of a blessed virgin mother, and while they both have a Heavenly Father, Joshua was brought into this world the same as so many....two loving biological parents bonded in marriage and the committment of raising our children with christian values.
But, this year, I am caught on the emotional side. I can't help but put myself in Mary's heart as she watched in anguish as her son grew up in danger of death, watched him suffer so dreadfully at the hands of other men, and watched her son die right before her eyes and there was nothing she could do about it. She helped prepare his body to be laid to rest and began the journey of shock and desperation at the loss of her first born son.
Having watched my son move with grace through the life of an epileptic and being the one who found him that sad morning, I feel a special bond to Mary's life this Easter season. What an incredibly strong and faithful woman she must have been. What an inspiration to abide by.
I fall so short of her life and I am a bit envious with one part. She was blessed to see her son rise again after his death. She saw that there is life everafter, and that is something I wish I had experienced, but through faith must be patient to see.
We all have heard the story of how thrilled they were to see him, and I look forward to the same experience some day. When the day comes to see my boy, I plan to leap through those pearly gates into his arms!
Happy Easter!
This week's lesson was on Simon Peter denying Christ 3 times and how he would be forgiven and go on to do so many wondrous things. Food for thought. Hmmm, we are in that time of year when all lessons are aimed at the Easter story of loss and resurrections. It suddenly occurred to me that this Easter I will see the story in a different light. This year, I believe I will be living through the story through the eyes of a Mother, much like Mary, Mother of Christ.
Now in no way am I comparing myself to Mary, other than as a mother, and in no way am I making Joshua out to be like Jesus. Joshua was not born of a blessed virgin mother, and while they both have a Heavenly Father, Joshua was brought into this world the same as so many....two loving biological parents bonded in marriage and the committment of raising our children with christian values.
But, this year, I am caught on the emotional side. I can't help but put myself in Mary's heart as she watched in anguish as her son grew up in danger of death, watched him suffer so dreadfully at the hands of other men, and watched her son die right before her eyes and there was nothing she could do about it. She helped prepare his body to be laid to rest and began the journey of shock and desperation at the loss of her first born son.
Having watched my son move with grace through the life of an epileptic and being the one who found him that sad morning, I feel a special bond to Mary's life this Easter season. What an incredibly strong and faithful woman she must have been. What an inspiration to abide by.
I fall so short of her life and I am a bit envious with one part. She was blessed to see her son rise again after his death. She saw that there is life everafter, and that is something I wish I had experienced, but through faith must be patient to see.
We all have heard the story of how thrilled they were to see him, and I look forward to the same experience some day. When the day comes to see my boy, I plan to leap through those pearly gates into his arms!
Happy Easter!
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