It is Sunday, the Lord’s Day, the beginning of the week to come.
The son is well aware of the tension and anxiousness in the air – in every one of his bones.
He carries himself calmly on the outside, however, knowing his role, knowing who he is and knowing what is to come in a few days – probably the longest days of his life.
The mother is not quite so calm. Peaceful and content in knowing what must take place, but anxious a bit at the whole thought – remember, she has been pondering her son’s life ever since his birth, which now seems so long ago.
No, I’m not talking about our Lord Jesus Christ, I’m talking about my son, Zack’s impending marriage ceremony to Jessica. Now, I am not inferring any similarities to the original “passion week” – forgive the play on words – I was simply remembering how it was the week before I was married; now being in a different position; coming from a different perspective. Watching the look on Zack’s face – seeing right through to the joy welling up in his heart.
Although, if you think closely about the meaning of what Jesus did for us on the cross (the culmination of his last week) and what the meaning of what Zack & Jess are about to do at the end of this week, you can find the similarities. And that is the point in it all, is it not? (or as my grandson, Jackson would say, “or no?”) Union with our Love?
I love because He first loved me. I cry deep within my soul, longing for the day when I will be joined together – completely, heart and body – with the one whom has already won me over.
You are the most amazing Mother who loves her son beyond all measure.
You will also be the most amazing Mother-in-law. How could I have asked for better? I love all of you! I’m so blessed to be marrying your son and am amazed at God’s grace. If ever there was an example of grace, getting that which we don’t deserve, that is what God has shown me by blessing me with Zack. 