Easter Week, 2009

A friend of mine said in her religion, this is called the Holy Week. While I never thought of it as such, I suppose if you look back to this week in Christ's life, it started on Palm Sunday with the triumphant entry into Jerusalem and ended with the Resurrection. With all that transpired in those seven days, I agree that does constitute the week as being worthy of such a notable name as the Holy Week.
As a mother and grandmother this week holds an exceptional meaning to me. Not that I have eggs to color and baskets to prepare, but the thoughts of giving up one of my children to save the life of another person, actually, the salvation of the world. The concept itself is almost unimaginable. We talked about it in Bible Study at our church this morning and with a room full of women, we decided that God had to give Mary some supernatural grace to endure. No mother could stand to watch what Christ had to go through--consequently, what Mary had to watch Him withstand.
And not just Mary, but God in Heaven. Watching His Son die for the sins of the world had to be excruciating, especially knowing that man didn't deserve this second (third, fourth, fifth, sixth) chance. We deserve to die, to be banished from the Garden, so to speak. Yet God allowed His Son to come to this vile world and die for all of us, unworthily and unwilling to appreciate what was happening.
We are all wrapped up in a plan that leads us to His Salvation and love...but we walk through blindly. Few realize the sacrifice He made to save our life. But Mary knew...Christ knew... God knew. I hope you know...
Happy Easter.