As I kissed the nail-pierced feet of Christ, His shrouded face, and Gospel tonight, I wondered about His dear Mother Mary. How did she have the strength to stand at the foot of the cross and gaze with tear-filled eyes at her child – flesh of her flesh – her Lord and Savior, hanging with blood running down His face and side, with nails piercing His hands and feet? How did she do that? I cannot even begin to imagine the feelings she must have had, the pain she must have endured. In her heart did she know that He would rise again?
And what about Jesus. I wonder what, if anything, went through His mind as He gazed with pain-filled eyes upon His mother who was standing next to His best friend, the disciple He loved best. Did His heart hurt with love because He knew the sadness she felt? Did He gaze at her and think, “Just hang on dearest Mother. You will see Me soon.”