Es tiempo de Pascua.
Un drama de repercusiones eternas se está desarrollando en una colina, cerca de Jerusalén.
No es un accidente, y es mucho más an injustice.
The place has assembled a great multitude, as if they had been summoned to see a show ...
Some cry, others insult venting their anger, their hatred and deep frustration.
Farther another silent group. The closest, those who love him, those who served and believed in him are there, accompanied to the end.
Then there is Mary his mother. You have the soul filled by unimaginable pain.
Some cry, watch in amazement what appears to be the end of his hopes. They do not understand. A thousand unanswered questions arise at the time, and the hardest to answer: Why?
But not Mary. Even in the midst of emotional pain to be endured, she did not question "why." never did.
not ask "why" when the angel came to announce that he had been chosen to carry in her womb the Son of God.
Neither did when the shepherds adored in the manger, or in front of Herod's persecution, not even when the temple prophesied his own suffering ...
not ask "why" · then and deal with this situation either. Maybe because in a woman of faith that question does not occur. Perhaps because he knows the answers to our "why" only serve to establish a cause and effect. In contrast, responses to our "why" point further: make a purpose.
And Mary knows that one exists. I always knew. He began to envision it from that day, humbly accepted the will of God was established in his life. Even when he was endangering his own reputation. Obedient, despite failing to understand everything from the beginning.
But the picture was arming itself gradually over the years and the circumstances he faced, with all those things that was keeping in his heart ...
And now it's here, standing before the cross that holds his son. Now she understands. The last pieces of the puzzle are falling in the right place. The picture is about to be completed. The wise plan of God is coming to completion, the redemption of mankind is a fact, the price of our peace and freedom is being paid ...
And in a few days, along with the first rays of sunshine on Sunday, Mary know, I know the disciples and then also the whole world, that death was defeated in that cross, by Him Who lives and reigns forever.
Image: Michelangelo's Pieta.
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