Everyone once in a while, I see what I can imagine to be flashes of my future life. I remember being a momma of three little fellas, looking at a momma with three teenage sons at the beach, and seeing a glimpse into what our future might look like. It happens every once in a while when I look at the college students we hang out with often. But these are my best guesses as glimpses.
Jesus had more than a glimpse of his future. He knew He would die and be raised after three days. He knew who would betray Him. He knew the pain His precious mother would experience at the foot of the cross.
As I have been reading through and meditating on the gospel of Luke lately, the person of Jesus has come alive to me in new ways. Reading through His raising up the deceased only son of the widow of Nain (Luke 7), I could not help but wonder if Jesus saw his mother’s future grief as he looked at the grieving widow.
A Mental Note to Momma
I saw a semblance of our future,
Momma, today while in Nain.
I heard the dirge of an only son;
I saw the grieving mother’s pain.
The town gathered around her,
But they couldn’t carry her grief.
The love that I saw in her tears
Would not easily find relief.
I couldn’t bear to look at her,
For in looking I saw you.
Her maternal grief pierced me,
I felt it all the way through.
I cannot stop the pain to come,
For my death will save your life.
But knowing a momma’s heart,
I could not ignore her strife.
At the bier that bore her son,
I told his cold body to arise.
Listening, he came to life,
Much to momma’s surprise.
I rode the wave of her relief;
My soul soared with her smile.
I saw our future joy, Momma,
Though it’ll have to wait a while.
I cannot tell you these things,
For you wouldn’t understand.
As such, I bear a double grief,
Knowing all He has planned.
Your tears will be a river,
For you won’t leave my side.
For three days in heavy grief,
In desolation you’ll reside.
The widow of Nain may join you,
Confused mothers you’ll be.
For I who saved her only son
Will let them hang me on a tree.
But tears won’t have the last word-
Father’s stories in ashes don’t end.
For in times, I myself will also arise
All death with life to suspend.