Character Profile: Mary, mother of Jesus

Character Profile: Mary, mother of Jesus

AN OPEN LETTER TO MARY

“…And sorrow, like a sharp sword, will break your own heart.”

                                    (Luke 2:35)

 

Dear Mama Heart,

There are no words to effectively articulate what my soul longs to say. As a mother of a young boy myself, I can’t begin to imagine the devastation you must feel as you watch your precious child, your firstborn, your baby, gasp for air, clinging to the final threads of death upon a cross.

Oh, mama heart, how my own heart breaks for you.

Never does a mother want to see her child in pain. We spend our whole lives protecting our children from danger, holding them close in our arms, rocking them to sleep, feeding them a healthy balance of vegetables, kissing every scrape, pulling every sliver, brushing the curls from their beautiful tired eyes as they sleep. Pouring, pouring, pouring ourselves out in acts of love and sacrifice for the sake of our children.

And yet though our shared mama heart may be the same, our children’s journeys are not. There never was, and never will be, another child like your boy.

Your precious Jesus, miraculous from before he was born, called to a destiny beyond compare, was set apart to set us free. His voice calmed creation, he walked on water and multiplied the harvest of the land; oh how you must have been proud! Shaking the status quo, you watched as he condemned corruption, caused oppression to cease, called out thieves on their greed, and gave everyone a seat at the table through his unconditional embrace. Opening the gates of heaven to all and letting the little ones, the forgotten ones, the misunderstood ones, and the rejected ones in to the beauty of grace.

Yet as his miracles increased, so his enemies began to rise up against him also.

Did you tremble when the rumors drifted through the markets of a Messiah who had come to set captives free, fulfill the promises, and turn the world upside down? Did you feel the earth beneath you roll when they came for him in the night? Did your heart sink into your chest when they stood him before Pilate accusing him of crimes he did not commit? Did your knees buckle and heart shatter when the angry crowds demanded his crucifixion?

Oh mama heart, like a sword piercing into the depths of your soul, you must have felt the devastation to watch as your child carried the weight of the world upon his shoulders. Whipped for our wrongdoings; How helpless it must have felt, when you give everything for your baby and still cannot stop them from pain.

Yet in his suffering, your baby is giving everything for you. Stay steady, stay strong, dear mama; the darkness does not win.

For in his final breath, the battle is won.

It is finished.

You are free.

Death cannot hold him down. He will trade each thorn for a crown of glory; through each scar and stripe you are healed. He endured all pain to end all pain, and there, on the cross, he pours himself out in the greatest act of love and sacrifice, for the sake of all heaven’s children.

Oh mama heart, do you feel the freedom tingling through your bones? In the midst of sorrow, can you hear heaven sing? The veil is torn and the gates wide open; heaven is accessible to all!

And it is all because of your Jesus, your miracle boy.

Oh mama heart, thank you for your love, your sacrifice, and for carrying to us the child who would change the world forever.

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Tara Teng
Tara Teng
Tara Teng is a TV host, Miss World Canada 2012, a human rights activist, and works with various organizations around the world to combat gender-based violence and human trafficking. Find Tara on Twitter (@misstarateng) and at www.tarateng.com