Author's Notes: I would like to say I am no Bible expert. I have not gone to college specifically to study the Bible, and I am not an expert on the history. I am only a simple Christian who reads my Bible for faith and comfort. These are based on my Bible, and not all chapters will contain Bible versus. This chapter is not based in the Bible.
In a review someone said Mary, mother of God was not at the tomb. Well, that depends on which text you'd like to use as a standpoint. I was using Mark that mentions Mary the mother of James, the half-brother of Jesus.
"Now when the Sabbath was past, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James and Salmone bought spices that they might come and anoint him." Mark 15:1.
It is correct that she did not see the resurrected Jesus that was Mary Magdalene. Thank you.
There he as out in the front of their house, his hands working hard. His hands were a bit calloused. There he stood, his gentle eyes concentrating as he nailed and sawed. He seemed hypnotized by his work, almost in a trance. She watched him and smiled. He'd grown into such a strong, and loving young man. Mary smiled at her son, Jesus Christ. He was a carpenter and he loved his work. She called to him softly.
"Yes?" Jesus questioned her softly and looked up at his mother.
"I was wondering if you wanted something to eat, you've been working all day." Mary offered gently. Jesus set down his tools and nodded. He entered the house with his mother. As usual, they had a simple meal, but they felt blessed for it. They thanked the Father, and broke their bread.
"What were you making?" Mary asked as she swallowed some of her food.
"A new cart." Jesus replied with a smile. Jesus had always been a kind boy, and was probably making it for one of the local villagers. Jesus thanked his mother kindly for the meal and went back to his work.
That Night, the blessed Night:
"It is all full in the inn," Joseph sighed as he looked at his wife. Mary, who was riding on a donkey looked anxious.
"We need a place to stay. I am delivering the Son of God." Mary pleaded to Joseph.
"I know, but we can't stay at this inn. There is no vacancy." Joseph looked nervous and stroked the nose of the donkey. "I'll go see if they had something," he said with steely determination and went back inside.
Mary waited with apprehension. Since God had told her she would bare the child, she couldn't deny she'd had fears and doubts. Why she? A humble girl deliver the Savior of man? She trusted the Lord, and obeyed his command. Now, here she was on this night ready to deliver an infant into the cold.
Joseph came back with a more relaxed look on his face. "They said we may stay in the inn," Joseph started leading her mount towards the quaint stable.
Mary could feel the pain beginning, but she knew that she would have a warm child in her arms after it was over. She smiled at Joseph who was by her side.
The child was very calm, and slept in a manger on the hay. He was amongst the animals, but did not seem disturbed. Mary felt blessed to be part of this miracle; she was blessed to be in God's will in such a large way. The little child slept, and the star shone above them leading others to him. Among these visitors would be three kings of the Orient to crown him gold, frankincense, and myrrh. The Prince of Peace lay in the manger and the world had new hope. And they brought him laud, for he was the babe, the son of Mary.
That was then. Jesus had traveled the land teaching and healing. He had performed miracles. He has brought a man back from the dead, made a blind man see, and driven out demons. He'd preached on his Father's will and of God's grace. He'd warned those who did not repent of the dangers of hell for their sins. Jesus, many knew him and loved him. Many did not; they hated him for being the Son of God. They hated him for what he taught, and he as commanded to be put to death. Mary was there when her son was whipped. The whip was hard and Jesus was barebacked. The whip cracked and broke his skin. Blood trickled down his back. Crack! Crack! Crack! The whip tore into the flesh of the Savior's back. The pain in his eyes was evident and Mary wanted to go and save her son. She could not; she had to watch him suffer.
The whip dug deeper into his flesh, bits of the flesh were peeling off and blood flowed. The blood was everywhere and flying off the whip with each stroke. Mary felt it could have dragged on through an eternity before they stopped. She and the other Mary cleaned up His precious blood. The blood He would shed for the chance for humanity to be with the Father.
He was fated to die. He was to be crucified. He would die a slow and painful death. He was forced to carry his cross up a hill, and He staggered weak from blood loss and torture. A crown of thorns was now upon his head. It was a jeer from the Romans who mocked Him and spat on Him. Mary had been there and seen what they'd done to a man who'd done so much good.
His hands were sprawled out and nails were driven into His hands. The hammer boomed and the nails pounded into the tender flesh. Blood flowed like rivers, and yet Jesus did not stop what was happening. Mary knew that He felt this was His Father's will. It was painful to watch, so painful. The nails were driven deep down into his flesh, and veins were broken. She watched as He died. How he'd cried to the Lord. The temple split in two, and the sky grew dark. 'My boy, He is gone! What will I do?' Mary wept and went to observe where the body would be laid.
She buried her son in deep sadness. He was gone. She felt herself in constant mourning. He'd been a gift from God; He was the Messiah! The Son of God she'd raised from a mere babe to a grown man. She'd loved Him and knew His kind, loving spirit. She was going to the tomb of Jesus. She was going to lay spices on His body. 'I shall ensure that His body is well taken care of,' Mary thought to herself as she walked along with Mary Magdalene. She panicked when she saw the large boulder rolled back.
"Someone has stolen the body!" Mary voiced to her companion and the two hurriedly entered the tomb. The sight that beheld them was a man in a long, white robe.
But he said to them, "Do not be alarmed. You seek Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified. He is risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid Him. But go and tell His disciples—and Peter—that He is going before you into Galilee then you will see Him, as He said to you." (Mark 16:1-8)
Both Mary's fled the tomb. 'He has risen! He is alive!' Mary felt herself overjoyed at seeing the angel of the Lord with such news of joy. He had risen, and Mary knew the Father would forgive her for shadows of doubt. And she hurried forth to round up the disciples.
