Him was His Mother - the sinless one. to be eternally grateful to Mary -
There she was, amidst the frantic horror of Golgotha, absolutely faithful - incredibly resolute and courageous - supremely supportive - understanding everything - fearless.
She was His 33 year-old confidante, companion and most humble adorer.
His Mother was the greatest Gift given Him by The Eternal-father - pure, perfect - and there she was still by His side, even as His incomparably atrocious sufferings inflicted agony upon her, physically, mentally and spiritually.
It is not possible that Jesus would have seen a more pleasing sight then the sight of His Mother, The Woman, who, as we have observed herein, represented The Universal Church, His Own Mystical Body!
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"Eucharistic Woman," above all
at the foot of the cross, its own figure.. P
It is most appropriate then, for every Christian - indeed, for every person of every age
who acted on our behalf.
If we look at any mother from day to day, it is very easy to observe how the mother loves her child. Every gesture she makes, indicates a love seeped with sacrifice for her child - sacrifice of time, sleep, comfort, freedom, other entertainment. She sacrifices much more, for child-bearing depletes the female physical beauty and can cause numerous health repercussions. Yet more, she is prepared to give her very life for her child.My God, My God, why has Thou forsaken Me!
A mother's love is truly a wonderful thing. What could be more wonderful?
Mary had this incomparable, unshakeable motherly love. But, because she was sinless her love for Jesus was that much more astonishing and on a higher plane of perfection.
How very easy it was then, for Mary's love for Jesus to overflow into adoration of Him knowing as she most certainly did, that not only was He the Messiah but that He was God-made-man. Even more was her adoration of Him magnified, knowing that her beautiful, perfect Child was destined to cry out
Jesus quoted from the Psalms and His quotation is followed by:- P 21 21 3 O my God, I shall cry by day, and thou wilt not hear: and by night, and it shall not be reputed as folly in me. 7 But I am a worm, and no man: the reproach of men, and the outcast of the people. 8 All they that saw me have laughed me to scorn: they have spoken with the lips, and wagged the head. 9 He hoped in the Lord, let him deliver him: let him save him, seeing he delighteth in him. 10 For thou art he that hast drawn me out of the womb: my hope from the breasts of my mother. 11 I was cast upon thee from the womb. From my mother's womb thou art my God, 15 I am poured out like water; and all my bones are scattered. My heart is become like wax melting in the midst of my bowels. 16 My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue hath cleaved to my jaws: and thou hast brought me down into the dust of death. 17 For many dogs have encompassed me: the council of the malignant hath besieged me. They have dug my hands and feet. 18 They have numbered all my bones. And they have looked and stared upon me. 19 They parted my garments amongst them; and upon my vesture they cast lots. P
The Mother, pondering such prophetic words about her Son, would lavish all the more love upon Him - all the more adoration.
What a support - what a consolation - what a strength - was Mary for Jesus, her adored Son. W