Now there stood by the cross of Jesus, his mother, and his mother's sister, Mary of Cleophas, and Mary Magdalen.
When Jesus therefore had seen his mother and the disciple standing whom he loved, he saith to his mother: Woman, behold thy son. After that, he saith to the disciple: Behold thy mother. And from that hour, the disciple took her to his own.
John 19:25-27 (Douay-Rheims)
Dear Father many a song has been sung with these words giving us the sorrows of a mother's heart. Where Jesus had given his mother into the care of his beloved disciple. Behold thy son, behold thy mother, words that resound within our own souls. The sorrow in our own heart when Jesus spoke them, how can it not touch us in a way that reminds us of the Cross that he hung upon to free us. Mary you watched your son slowly go to his death, what you must have felt that day when he said these words to you. How it must have wrenched your own heart. How at that moment could you even see the goodness of those words. Words that gift an other's life with your love and for you to be given life back in return for losing one. To know that Jesus loved you so much to let you know that you will be cared for. Even when he was dying on the cross his thought was of you dear Mother and your care. A love a son had in ways we do not see. Yet you show us this love many a time dear Father when you let us know Mary the mother of your Son. The care she gives to us to keep us safe and wanting to see us come back to her son. What she does for Him she does for our sake. May Mary watch over us as she watched over you dear Jesus. Amen