Friday of pain, This is how we say to Friday, the preamble to a whole Week of Passion and Pain, in which a Mother in mourning is exalted and venerated.with a sword piercing his heart, with tears in his eyes and with his hands with intertwined fingers as a sign of the anguish that wells up in his soul.
She is a painful mother. This woman full of pain is representing all the mothers in the world who have gone through the test of unlimited bitterness of seeing a son die..
Mary, the one who carried the Savior of the human race in her womb, the one who rocked him in the arms of a loving mother, the one who looked for him full of anguish together with her husband José, when they could not find him in the caravan that was returning them home… . and later they found him in the Temple with the doctors of the Law fulfilling the will of the heavenly Father, which kept him for thirty years in the warmth of home, a home of love and work.
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Mary, the one who saw him leave one day and it was when her heart knew that “the time had come”… The one who knew about his life of preaching, as a pilgrim traveling roads, villages and cities…
Mary, the one who learned of a crown of thorns that broke the soft skin of the head of her beloved son, of a back open by deep wounds from savage lashes, of sweet eyes clouded by pain, the one who saw him carrying a log …. and fall.
Mary, the one who saw how his beloved hands and feet were pierced with nails and how he was lifted up to be between two thieves…..
Mary, the one who saw the dearest son, the good son, the holy son, the God made man turned into a broken and suffering figure, full of dust, with a dirty and sad face, with hair that she caressed so many times, now stuck to his face, hardened and crushed by dried blood….That Mary who lived through all this….was a painful Mother.
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The angels did not come down to dry their tears. There was no heavenly or miraculous palliative to lessen the pain of the Mother of God. She endured the death of her son standing up, heartbroken but standing up, once again saying “yes” to the will of the Most High.
And there, by command of her dying son, she became our mother.
Mother of mercy Mother of Hope.
In this world so difficult and confused, Christ left it to us, he gave it to us to be our beacon and comfort in our sorrows, because no one like She better bears the name of Sorrowful Mother.
Sorrowful mother… pray for us.
