Taking our cues from a dying Son

A mother wept (bent low with grief),
her son condemned as if a thief.
This one who’d filled her heart with joy
now bled hung out to die.

Yes, Mary stood beneath the cross
confused, convulsing, feeling lost.
This one she’d nursed and rocked to sleep
now closed his eyes in pain.

Yet, Jesus saw his grieving mom.
And knowing he would soon be gone
conveyed his love most tenderly
with words that touched her heart.

“Behold, your son,” he gently sighed
while nodding to his friend nearby.
“Take care of her,” he asked of John,
“Please treat her like your mom.”

And in that moment Jesus graced
his mother with a special place.
And we’d do well to do the same
in light of what moms do. 

Lessons from a postcard delivered fifty-five years late

Did you hear about the postcard that a mother sent her son?
She mailed it fifty-five long years ago.
But the postcard never got there (even though it had a stamp).
And the reason it got lost we’ll never know.

But that postcard from his mother did eventually arrive.
Just last month it was delivered after all.
Scott Mc Murray, now retired (and his mother long-since dead),
got a note of love in her familiar scrawl.

What a gift! How unexpected! How amazing! Such delight!
Just imagine tears of joy Scott must have cried.
From the grave her voice still whispers through a letter lost for years.
And it says a mother’s love can’t be denied.

Mother’s love forever reaches to the child she has born.
There’s a bond that can’t be broken or undone.
And though circumstances threaten to defeat what it intends,
a mother’s love won’t quit until it’s won.

Much the same our loving Father sent us letters from His heart,
but too often (and by many) they’re misplaced.
If we’d read them we’d discover His pursuing love prevails
and will seek until it finds us. It’s called grace!
 

http://www.wjla.com/articles/2012/04/scott-mcmurray-gets-postcard-from-his-mom-sent-55-years-ago-75461.html