Thoughts on Easter, 2006
Easter 2006
Everyone is making over the baby in the room. Almost sixteen months old now.
New life. Another of God’s gifts to us, and to the world.
My heart swells with the thoughts of those I have delivered in my life,
Tapping on their tiny feet to bring forth the first cry, and watching the mother smile,
And cry at the same time. Tears of joy overcoming the ultimate physical pain,
For a woman, and a mother.
My thoughts turned to Jesus, wondering how His birth was with Mary,
And if her pain in any way mirrored that which would ultimately come for Him.
I know she cried out in the pain all mothers know. No “pericaudle, or “saddle block”,
Or intravenous medication for her - for there was no such thing.
I wonder how He sounded with the first burst of life-sustaining air from His lungs.
Probably scared everyone in that dark and lowly stable! But not Mary. Not Joseph.
Through her faith, she was the one who knew for sure she was giving birth to the
Living God, the Savior of the world, the salvation of humanity, the justification
Of us all, the robber of death and the cold and ugly grave, the promise of
Eternal life, the very Son of God and bearer of the Holy Spirit. Remarkable!
How routine it must have seemed, to sever the cord of sustenance and clean the
Remnants of birthing away. If it were today, we would do everything in our power
To preserve the fragments, using the most modern technological techniques and
Human intelligence to encapsulate that last shred of “physical evidence” for
All of mankind to be assured that this spiritual event really, really happened.
We would have “proof”! Here’s the “evidence”! The “story is true”!
And then Mary suffered the most excruciating pain a mother could ever imagine.
She watched Him die there, on a cross, for no understandable reason,
Surrounded by a jeering crowd, shaken by the monstrous reality of it all.
Disbelief. Betrayal. Denial. Uncontrollable pouring out of tears of grief.
And then there was - silence. The ultimate realization of the truth.
If only she could have known for sure, like all mothers never can, that He would
Arise again, to walk again, to speak to them, to reveal Himself to all who loved Him,
Then visibly return. Not to her womb, or her side, but to the place He had described
In great detail, with great energy, with great joy, with great anticipation.
Mary’s very faith sustained her. We must have it now. Believe in Him. And
The Story. God’s gift to us is Eternity with Him. We need no further “evidence”.
Mary showed us how, and we know it from the gusting cry
Of every newborn Babe.
dlc 4/2006
Everyone is making over the baby in the room. Almost sixteen months old now.
New life. Another of God’s gifts to us, and to the world.
My heart swells with the thoughts of those I have delivered in my life,
Tapping on their tiny feet to bring forth the first cry, and watching the mother smile,
And cry at the same time. Tears of joy overcoming the ultimate physical pain,
For a woman, and a mother.
My thoughts turned to Jesus, wondering how His birth was with Mary,
And if her pain in any way mirrored that which would ultimately come for Him.
I know she cried out in the pain all mothers know. No “pericaudle, or “saddle block”,
Or intravenous medication for her - for there was no such thing.
I wonder how He sounded with the first burst of life-sustaining air from His lungs.
Probably scared everyone in that dark and lowly stable! But not Mary. Not Joseph.
Through her faith, she was the one who knew for sure she was giving birth to the
Living God, the Savior of the world, the salvation of humanity, the justification
Of us all, the robber of death and the cold and ugly grave, the promise of
Eternal life, the very Son of God and bearer of the Holy Spirit. Remarkable!
How routine it must have seemed, to sever the cord of sustenance and clean the
Remnants of birthing away. If it were today, we would do everything in our power
To preserve the fragments, using the most modern technological techniques and
Human intelligence to encapsulate that last shred of “physical evidence” for
All of mankind to be assured that this spiritual event really, really happened.
We would have “proof”! Here’s the “evidence”! The “story is true”!
And then Mary suffered the most excruciating pain a mother could ever imagine.
She watched Him die there, on a cross, for no understandable reason,
Surrounded by a jeering crowd, shaken by the monstrous reality of it all.
Disbelief. Betrayal. Denial. Uncontrollable pouring out of tears of grief.
And then there was - silence. The ultimate realization of the truth.
If only she could have known for sure, like all mothers never can, that He would
Arise again, to walk again, to speak to them, to reveal Himself to all who loved Him,
Then visibly return. Not to her womb, or her side, but to the place He had described
In great detail, with great energy, with great joy, with great anticipation.
Mary’s very faith sustained her. We must have it now. Believe in Him. And
The Story. God’s gift to us is Eternity with Him. We need no further “evidence”.
Mary showed us how, and we know it from the gusting cry
Of every newborn Babe.
dlc 4/2006
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