‘The women who had been companions of Jesus from Galilee followed along. They saw the tomb where Jesus’ body was placed. Then they went back to prepare burial spices and perfumes. They rested quietly on the Sabbath, as commanded.” Luke 23:55-56 MSG
Good morning, PrayerWarriors.
Monday morning we gathered around a co-worker’s empty desk as we dwindled in and heard the news. The remains of our Carla’s son, Tommy Raymond, had been found over the weekend.
Remains: worst fear.
They had been looking for him, a “missing person”, for almost 4 years. He just disappeared. After a family vacation, he just vanished. The family and investigators had been looking and following hundreds of leads through these years, with hope of finding him alive.
We never give up hope.
We cried, my work-family and I. We held each other. As if somehow, in holding each other, we were holding together the brokenness of his mother.
Mary, mother of our Savior, followed her son’s lead through every day of His life, too. Her passion took her to places she never thought she would go…and, He had her shaking her head some days at His eccentric ways, on other days, she stood marveling at the wisdom that drew throngs of people together in a common thread of hope. Her baby boy.
She followed Him through the streets,
through the doubters,
through the believers,
to the cross,
to the place where He was laid.
Because, we never give up hope.
The parallels of the stories of these mothers and sons are unending, as is the grief.
Hindsights wander in and out.
Treasures of memories rise and fall.
A random gesture releases a stirring … a glimpse of their sons continuing on in the lives of their loves. And, the gift of the ultimate promise is resurrected from soul-deep: hope of eternity.
Because, we never give up the reality of our hope.
Eternity. Thank you Jesus, for Your gift of eternity.