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I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world ~ Mother Teresa
Funny how I always think of these words on Holy Friday. Being a Greek Orthodox I've never quite understood why Holy Friday is also called Good Friday. Certainly, it wasn't a good day for Mary - Jesus' mum. Her lamentations are heartbreaking
Ω γλυκυ μου εαρ γλυκυτατον μου τεκνον
(Oh my sweet offspring, my sweet child)
Virgin Mary suffered her son's loss like an ordinary mother who mourns for her son's loss. The king of kings,however, did not hesitate to wash his disciples' feet just before his betrayal by Judas and his Crucifixion.
And while Jesus' mother was lamenting, while He was still on the Cross, He did find the strength to whisper:
Πατερ αφες αυτοις, ου γαρ οιδασι τι ποιουσι
(Father, forgive them for they do not know what they are doing)
When someone in our family dies, we often ask ourselves what their last words were. Most of us want to know if we really understood how much we loved them!
Shakespeare once wrote in his play Richard II…The tongues of dying men--Enforce attention like deep harmony--Where words are scarce--They are seldom spent in vain--For they breathe truth--That breathe their words in pain.
Jesus' words in pain breathe truth and they should be a lesson of unconditional love.