Jesus is Taken Down from the Cross
Limp and lifeless You lay in Your Mother’s arms. She holds You just like when You were small, and would climb on her lap to kiss her gently on the cheek. The Woman who gave You human flesh, now holds that battered flesh once more.
Beyond tears, beyond shock, the pain she feels is beyond all human understanding, and yet…
All Your life, she stored in her heart memories of You, her otherworldly child. Alone at night, she ponders them and knows that You are God, come to save His wayward children from eternal death. “But why must You die to accomplish it? Couldn’t You do more by living?” she wonders.
You whisper into her heart where only she can hear, “Before the world was, I AM. My Mother, and My child, how can I save them if I do not go where they are?”
