I stand on the edge of time. It lies before me as a scroll. I see Creation and the end of Creation. Through it all I see the hand of God the Creator. Nothing happens that He does not attend.
The lives of humans seem to attract the most attention from God. Their rebellion and petty struggles to become little gods occupies much of His interests. Another god, if there were such a being, would have done away with the defective ones, but God Yahweh tolerates their machinations.
Here, look at the Chosen People near their captivity into slavery for disobedience. God has His servant Jeremiah deliver a double message: you will become slaves, but return trusting in God. Still later, you will receive a King greater than David.
I ask you, what self-respecting man or woman would think of such a thing? Had humans been in God’s place, they would never have put up with such disrespect and they certainly would not have put in place a perfect plan for all those rebels to sit with them at the Great Banquet.
And here, the messenger of God telling an average priest that his son will be the one to announce to the world that the King, the Righteous Branch, the Rising Son, is coming. Humans would have written it in the sky, on the sides of mountains, had millions of angels shouting it to all corners of the earth. God tells one priest and then strikes him silent until the birth.
Look at one more. The Righteous Branch hanging between two thieves, unjustly accused, in his dying breaths—forgives a man’s sins. I see it and even I have trouble believing it.
But I have seen the last page and know how the story ends. As Paul said, For he has rescued us from the dominion of darkness and brought us into the kingdom of the Son he loves, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins.
The Roman torches burned angrily to keep the darkness from completely overcome them. Mary continued stared at her son as his life’s blood drip-dripped to the ground. A slight smile filled her eyes when she heard him forgive the Romans.
The words of Jeremiah about raising a righteous Branch of David who would reign with justice and righteousness echoed in her thoughts. Her son, her Yeshua never failed to be righteous, a friend and helper to all. For that, back stripped of flesh, the cross, nails pounded through him, desperate gasps of breath, agony his companion.
God’s Son promised the thief he would be in heaven today. Mary remembered the prophecy of her cousin Zechariah that Yeshua would give his people the knowledge of salvation through the forgiveness of their sins. That he would shine on those living in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide their feet into the path of peace. Little did she know then that he would do it as the Great Sin Offering.
She knew without understanding that Yeshua was fulfilling the prophecy in this death. Her own heart ached from his pain, her own tears poured out for his grief; yet, her son would bring light into the darkness, even now, even with his last drop of blood and his last breath.
God promised to give him the throne of David. God promised his kingdom would never end. God’s broken heart was greater than hers and his pride in their son had to be mountains larger. No understanding, no knowing, only believing. Someway, God would turn this ugliness into Holiness.
When he spoke his last, when he died, when the earth shook, when the darkness nearly snuffed out the torches, when the others urged her to leave, she refused to look away. She lived through the pain of his birth; she would not abandon him in his, and her, pain of death.