Then Simeon blessed them and said to Mary, his mother: “…And a sword will pierce your own soul too.”
(Luke 2:34a, 35b)
Mary, when you held your Son for the first time, were you aware of the grief that would one day pierce your soul?
Did you know that you would have to return Him to His Father so soon?
Did you understand that your precious child would be called upon to give His life as a ransom for many?
Were you prepared to endure such heartache, such grief?
How were you able to let go? How long did it take before you felt whole again? Or did you ever?
Do your arms still ache to hold your Son?
Father God, this week my heart is broken over the loss of so many young lives, and the heroes who tried desperately to save them. My mind immediately goes to the mamas, the ones whose hearts have been pierced, whose souls have been crushed, whose cries of anguish I cannot fathom.
Lord, they did not know what was coming. How could they? Such young lives, such innocent ones, those who stood on the edge of time, with dreams, hopes and promises yet to be fulfilled. Yet their lives were taken, not by their Heavenly Father, but by one whose life was lived in darkness, void of hope, void of peace, without Christ.
Father will you comfort the grieving today. Will you wrap your arms tightly around them, as they shake and shudder under the weight of what was lost. Will you breath hope into their hearts, the kind of hope that pierces the darkness that threatens to overtake them?. Will you let them know, Father, that it will be okay?
My friends, this week, a sword has pierced our souls. We may never be the same. But one thing is certain, this lost and dying world is in need of a Savior. Father, You sent Your son, as a ransom for many. You sent Your Son to save that which is lost, that which is dying. Father, would you reveal the light of Jesus to all of humanity?