some visitors, men called magi.
They gave gifts to Jesus to pro-
vide for His future. Shortly after
the visit of the magi, Joseph was
warned in a dream that we should
escape to Egypt. After we left
the area, Herod's soldiers came
and killed all the boys aged two
and under. I cried for those boys
and their families. Our family
stayed in Egypt until it was safe
to go home.
The year my Son officially became
a man, I began to wonder about
God's plan for Him. One time, we
lost Jesus for a day, then found
Him in the Temple speaking with
the Scribes. When I told Him how
worried I was, He looked at me
quizzically and asked, "Didn't
you know I would be doing my
Father's business?"
We had kept Him hidden all those
years and now He drew every-
one's attention. It should not have
wanted to kill Him. The high
priest's soldiers came to arrest
my Son in the middle of the night.
They beat Jesus and then, after a
mock trial, turned Him over to the
Romans.
face was swollen and bloody. Parts
of His beard were ripped away. As
if that were not enough, the sol-
diers took Jesus and whipped Him
from His body. They made Him
walk to the place where they
nailed Him to a cross. That is
where my Son died.
this how You let them treat Your
only Son? If I had known all I
went through--suffering the gossip
and shunning, the pain and joy of
giving birth--was to end like this,
I would have said no to You! I
thought You were going to save
the world with Jesus." I gave God
a tongue-lashing and expected to
be blasted with lightning. When
my anger was at its peak, God
spoke to my heart and said, "Trust
Me just a little longer. It will be
okay." I am not sure I believed it
could ever be okay again, but I de-
cided to trust Him. My anger gave
way to sorrow. We took His dead
body from the cross, washed it
and prepared it for burial. My life
was buried with Him.
Others said He was alive. Then,
without warning, He appeared
that God was using Jesus to save
the world.
and lays bare our deepest thoughts,
motives and dreams. Jesus, the
Living Word, my Son, saved us
from our sin.
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broken. I was
them treat Your
was to end like this,