world?
I couldn't.....
But she did.......
God did.......
As Mary looks into her son's eyes and he tells her it is almost finished, my tears are uncontrollable. My sobs rack my body as I watch her run to her son. This beautiful, precious son, whom she gave birth to, is now dying for her.
He is dying for us all.
He is dying for a world that rejected him, scorned him, and accused him. Beat him and killed him.
I can't comprehend the pain, suffering, anguish, and the helpless feelings Mary had to have felt as she witnessed her son's death.