A Mother’s Worst Day

John 19:25-27, “But standing by the cross of Jesus were His mother, and His
mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. When Jesus then
saw His mother, and the disciple whom He loved standing nearby, He said to His
mother, ‘Woman, behold, your son!’ Then He said to the disciple, ‘Behold, your
mother!’ From that hour the disciple took her into his own household
.”

I can’t imagine what Mary was feeling that day, standing there watching her firstborn child die. Never forget. For us it was a man that hung on the Cross. For Mary, it was her son. Surely, she must have been confused by this sudden turn of events. Just a few days earlier this same crowd had danced in the city streets, hailing her son as the Messiah. Now she looked on as they tortured and crucified Him. How her maternal instinct and love must have longed to help Him! She would have gladly taken His place if only she could. But she was powerless. Just one woman against a hate-filled mob. Just one mother against the venom of religious jealousy.

Oh, how she must have wept. Not the small tears of some touch of momentary sympathy. No. Her tears were those that rack the body and drain the soul of every last ounce of strength and life. I see her barely able to handle the flood of memories that bombarded her mind. Those first moments in that dingy, dark stable when she held Him in her arms. All those times she rocked Him to sleep in the early morning hours. His first steps. His first words. His first day of school. Holding Him when He cried. Listening to Him say, “Mom, I love you.” She must have cried until she felt like there were no more tears left in the world. I see her shuddering. I see her shaking. And, as impossible as it is for me to believe this, I see her standing.

And so did her Son…

My longing today is to bring a word of hope to some mothers who are doing all they can just to “stand.” You look at the situations that are before you and you find yourself overwhelmed. Maybe you are confused. Maybe you feel powerless. Maybe you find yourself broken. Maybe you have cried until you have no more tears left to give. Wondering how God could let this happen. Wanting it desperately to come to an end. Wishing it had never happened. You want to give up. You want to quit. You want to run and hide. But still you stand.

I want you to know that God sees you. He sees your tears. He sees your pain.
He sees your suffering. He. Sees. You. Never forget that Jesus saw His mother. Through the blood that blinded His vision…He saw His mother. In spite of the pain that tore through His body…He saw His mother. Despite the weight of the sin of the entire world having been placed upon His shoulders…He saw His mother. And I can promise you that no matter what you are facing Jesus also sees you.

Jesus saw her standing. He saw her crying. He felt her love even as He hung there surrounded by hate. Never think that God does not value a mother’s love. I know some of you feel alone. Unappreciated. Seemingly never noticed. But you are not alone. God is with you. He will never leave you nor forsake you. You are greatly appreciated. God values your every sacrificial act of love. And you are most certainly noticed. The same Jesus that saw His mother standing on a day when everything said “fall” sees you standing as well. Standing in faith. Standing in hope. Standing in love. With some of His final words Jesus made sure that His mother would be cared for by someone He trusted and loved. He did not abandon her. He did not ignore her. He did not her forget her. Jesus took care of His mother. In love He reached out to provide her with help, provision and protection. On His mother’s worst day Jesus was at His absolute best. When His mother needed Him the most Jesus did not disappoint. Take heart and keep standing. He won’t fail you either.