And the Mother did Weep
It is Good Friday today. Jesus may have existed. He may have died on the cross exactly 1990 years ago. His mother may have wept.
She may have wept as if weeping would be there for always.
Damned.
I don’t know whether He existed or whether He died on the cross. I don’t think so, but I don’t see that as crucially important. Reality didn’t happen in year zero on ground zero. Nor did it happen merely in imagination ― nevertheless.
The feeling is one of an immense weeping.
Here is the Son of God who gives His life. The feat is incomparable. It is the rawest thing, and we should all be grateful — as if it was our own child, our closest kin, only Heavenly, whatever this may mean. In ‘It doesn’t matter.’ lies much of the profound greatness of exactly that.
Therefore, it did happen. It just doesn’t matter what exactly, in real time.
It did happen.
Also the weeping did happen.
As if it was the combined weeping of all mothers who have ever lost a child. It was not just the one. She wept for all — while He died for every soul.
As she had given herself unconditionally 33 years before, again, she was giving her mother’s heart – her son, her baby – to the world.
And to you.
It’s terrible, and it’s not just terrible. It’s more. One may try to comprehend this, and one cannot.
So we have different religions.
God doesn’t.
Please stop the nonsense and the fighting for nonsense. You might as well start weeping over it.
Let’s weep together then, today, feeling the power of Her sorrow.
Stop that nonsense of religious righteousness of any kind, for Her sake.
Today.
Forever.
[About ‘And the Mother did Weep’: This is a classical piece by Karl Jenkins from his album ‘Stabat Mater.’ This music is incredibly beautiful and inspiring, especially these days. Please take a listening.]