The Never Ending Lesson

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It happened so distantly,
That injustice on Golgotha.
But not an Easter goes by
When we don’t relieve the drama.
 
From the Sunday before
When the crowds raised palms…
And sent up “Hurrahs!”
And praised high and long.
 
But as the week unfolded
He calmly went about
The work that He came for…
Though He must have had doubts.
 
For He was half human
Just like you and me.
His Father’s from heaven, yet
His Mom’s mortal; a mere teen, actually.
 
When her whole life got thrown
In the blink of an eye,
As an angel explained
She’d have a baby…and why.
 
So, yes, Mother and Son
Were aware of the plan
That would take her little boy
As a sacrifice for man.
 
A fate they both took
From the very word go.
Yet they couldn’t have helped
To have felt so much woe.
 
Oh, the terror He endured
As all around him crumbled.
And even his best friends
Weren’t there when he stumbled.
 
And bled and was tortured
And ridiculed and mocked.
And spat on and disparaged
And even defrocked.
 
By those people who less
Than a single week before
Had welcomed Him with open arms
And so very much more.
 
But all that had changed
By the fateful Last Supper
When one of his own
Would make sure that he’d suffer.
 
And writhe in pain He did
For two solid days.
When the smoke finally cleared,
Who was there in its wake?
 
His sweet Mother Mary
And one good pal John
And Mary’s two sisters,
Just to help her be strong.
 
And another young woman
Who was sick when they met.
But whom He saved from her demons
A gift she’d never forget.
 
Though she couldn’t repay Him
She felt the least she could do
For the man she called “Teacher”
Was to see Him through.
 
To his very last breath
And even beyond.
For the day after He died
She was still simply drawn
 
To his burial site.
And that’s where it happened
Mary Magdalene was first
To learn the truth of The Passion.
 
The very first witness
To the Resurrection glory.
No, it wasn’t the end
But the beginning of the story.
 
And it continues to be told
As it will ever be;
Of how Christ came to earth
Just to set us all free.
 
As you don that new dress
And set the Easter table,
Don’t forget this all started
With a babe in a stable.
 
So please take a moment
To pause and reflect
And to give God the glory
And your love and respect.

Kimerer is a Tribune Chronicle columnist wishing everyone a Blessed Passover and Happy Easter. Visit her daily blog at www.patriciakimerer.com

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