Oh Mary, what did you think tonight, good Friday night? You Son has died and is buried. You believe what He said, He will rise again, but was it like at the temple when he was 12, you did not understand the words he spoke?
You stood at the foot of the cross, watching you Son and bearing with him the pain of our redemption.
He is now dead and buried, doing the work of His Father, opening the gates of heaven.
Do you know any of this?
Or are you home with John, believing and having faith but not understanding, the only thing sustaining you from being crushed is the words of your Son, in three days I will rise?
Unlike me, you did not live after the fact and knew what happened, but yet you had faith, you were the chosen vessel for God's son, but yet, did you know what to expect, other than your Son's words would be fulfilled?
Co-Redeemer, how great you faith must have been, to believe in the darkest hour, darker than black, to have faith in the utter void that existed from good Friday till Easter Sunday.
