MARY’S Gospel
Ivan Mugisha
Mary has slept and eaten little for the last 48 hours or so. Friday was a blur. Her best Friend, her Teacher, her Lord was crucified as a common criminal that day. Her thoughts tumble one over another in wild disarray. He had hinted at his death. That’s why she had bought that expensive alabaster box of spikenard. But then the people had welcomed Him into Jerusalem riding on a donkey, as the prophet had foretold. They had welcomed Him as Messiah. And her heart had nearly burst with happiness – and gratitude.
Jesus had pulled her out of the depth of degradation so many times. Seven demons He had cast out of her. Too many times she had invited the demons back in. She remembers how the people had all despised her. No no one would talk to her. No self-respecting man would ever marry her.
But He had shown her respect. When He came to dinner at the house she shared with Martha and Lazarus, she had thirstily sat at His feet to absorb the words that fell from His lips. Words of purity. Words of promise. Words of power. Something had stirred within her – maybe these Words could change her life too! And then Martha had called. She was busy in the kitchen and complained to the Teacher that she, Mary, was not helping. Guiltily, she had started to get up, but He said, “Leave her alone. She has chosen the better part!” Tears had welled in her eyes, because He understood how much His words meant to her. They were life! They were hope! They were redemption!
She loved this Man! No, not as she had loved other men. She could never think of this Man in the same way. He was so … so above them all. She adored Him. She worshiped Him as Someone from above. A Teacher sent from God. The Messiah! She followed Him wherever He went. That’s how she happened to be in the crowd that shouted, “Hosannah to the Son of David!” In elation, she had shouted with them. This was He!! This was the Messiah for whom they had waited so long! Soon He would reign in Jerusalem, and all things would change. Could she dare hope that life for her would change too? Could she dare hope that others would respect her? No matter. He respected her! He knew her. He would look after her – one way or another.
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