It’s Mama Maria’s joy too!
During this joyful celebration of the Lord’s resurrection, let’s not forget that it is a time to remember Mama’s joy as well.
On that Easter morning, she sees the fulfillment of every promise and she understands more clearly than any living creature the full meaning of this Event. The ecstatic consolation of again beholding her Son – so recently beaten, broken, poured out for us – now revived, risen, restored, made new, is in direct correlation to the depth of her sharing in His suffering and death. In a sense, His resurrection is her own. She is allowed to touch His glorified Face, to kiss Him with such love and joy that she is already in Heaven – He is Heaven. He holds her gently to His Heart, as her own heart finds its rhythm in His. She brings Him as much joy as He gives her.
Just a few days ago, she held His dead body in her grieving arms, clutching Him to her broken heart. Now it is He who supports her in His glorious arms.
Beauty embraces beauty, Purity looks into the bright eyes of purity, Love unites again with love.
A moment of glory.
Yes, all her quiet ponderings coalesce into the wordless nod of her “yes,” and now, in Him, she has gained what she’d like to have raised for and to God with Their good Joseph, and in timeless time under wingless wing, Jerusalem’s children wouldst be gathered like chicks after all.