Imagine the house with the upper room where Jesus had shared the Last Supper with His apostles. Mary is there on this Sunday morning looking out a window and gazing at the cave that held her Son’s lifeless body.
She sees Mary Magdalene speaking to a man Magdalene thinks is the gardener and smiles thinking, “oh Mary, don’t you see? It is Jesus! He is alive! Wipe your tears and rejoice!”
Our Blessed Mother ponders the last few days. The bond between mother and son is so strong that she felt His pain. She felt the absolute sadness and isolation He felt when He was abandoned by His friends. She felt His sorrow as He hung on that cross and was taunted by His creatures. She felt His love He had for each and every one of us even though we were cheering for His death.
Much like when she felt His lifeblood begin at the Incarnation, she felt His lifeblood leave Him on the Cross. But, she also knew, this was not the end.
Now imagine the scene when Jesus comes to Mary in His glorified body! I believe that she was the first, and I believe that for a few reasons. The bond between a mother and a son is like no other, and Jesus and Mary were no exception.⁹
Mary was the first Christian. She was His first disciple as well as being His first teacher. Even though we don’t hear much about her during His 3 years of ministry, I believe Mary was right there with Jesus.
She was the tabernacle of the Lord. Only she held His Body & His Blood. She was the Ark of the New Covenant. And all of Jesus’ humanity came from one person – Mary.
Mary called Jesus to start His ministry at Cana when she told the wedding servers ” Do whatever He tells you”.
She was His mother. Back to this because there is no greater reason. She is His mother and is His Queen Mother.
I just can’t find the words to convey the joy, the love, the glory that was in that scene when Jesus, in all His glory says, “Mother”. Suffice it to say, I don’t think we could even come close to the experience on this side of Heaven.
Just a Fat Sassy Grandma 