As I ponder the history of this day, I cannot help but think about those women who were at the cross, and especially Christ's mother who stood as the blood of her son stained the hem of her garment.
What would it be like to watch your son crucified? To know that he was killed unjustly? And to hear him say that she would be taken by John? Was this one of the things she pondered in her heart over the three years of watching him after he left home? Surely she must have felt that he was walking into a terrible situation as he entered Jerusalem.
I can only imagine...
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