Our old history ends with the cross; our new history begins with the resurrection. Watchman Nee
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A cry at the cross
By Maria Egilsson
A mother’s cry
Strangled tight
Pierces the darkened sky
As a Son hangs
Upon that
God forsaken cross
Aching heart
Voice lost
From the tears
Of prayers
Which cover the tomb
Of a wounded heart
Like stones
Hardened
With pain and hurt
Where the beams cross
On the splintered wood
The crux of Grace
Will rise
Mary did you know
What is dead
Will resurrect
And a heart ripped asunder
Will rejoice once again
As the stone is rolled away
“And Mary said, My soul does magnify the Lord, and my spirit has rejoiced in God my Savior.”
Luke 1:46, 47.
To know Maria Egilsson is to know someone who is passionate about issues women face, their relationship with themselves, with God and the world around them. Maria can be contacted through her blog at http://thewoman2woman.blogspot.ca/
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4 Comments until now.
Thanks for this beautiful uplifting message. This is so perfect, not only for today, but everyday.
Beth, I was honoured that Joanne used my poem for the blog today. Thank you for your encouraging comments, they bless me. Maria
Maria, thank you for the poignant display of our cry through Mary.
The flagrum that was used on Jesus was weighted to ensure flesh would be stripped out. Although Jewish ordinance limited the number of strikes to thirty nine, we know He was punished by the Romans. One expert on the Shroud of Turin estimates as many as 127 slashes were evinced.
Though historian Josephus records thousands were crucified under the Romans, only very few archaeological supporting indicators are available. This is thought to be because very few bodies were claimed by their families, leaving most to rot on the cross and perish permanently to history.
It is stunning beyond remarkable to glimpse the glorious mind of our Christ. After being slashed and hung by us, He could have forsaken us and been immediately relieved, but chose instead not to forsake us, and in so doing be forsaken Himself. He could have requested retribution toward us, from the Father, but instead requested forgiveness toward us, from the Father.
He who gives life, lost life, and not for His sins, but for ours. That is more than the epitome of love or the meaning of love: that is, what love is. Our Lord who washed the feet of Peter, with all in Heaven and all on Earth under His feet, continues to wash our feet, as well.
Bryan, how beautiful are your words against the backdrop of blood and torn flesh, “He who gives life, lost life, and not for His sins, but for ours.” Moving words. Thank you. Maria