Still Her Little Child

My thoughts at Easter this year have very much turned towards understanding the death of Jesus from Mary's point of view, as Jesus' mother. Can we even begin to imagine what it was like to see the child that you carried and gave birth to, to be scourged and mocked and sentenced to die in the most horrific and demeaning way?

Mary was truly a remarkable woman in that she was prepared for whatever God had for her (it took me long enough to become accustomed to the idea that I was going to become a mum a few years ago!) She praised God, experiencing joy and a deep sense of honour. Yet she also heard words from Simeon which hinted at an ominous future....she no doubt remembered these words and still nurtured and raised her little boy into a man.

Our Lord Jesus Christ, God incarnate, was still her little child.

Still Her Little Child
(Words and music by Ray Boltz and Steve Millikan)

When she laid him in a manger
He was still her little child
In a city filled with strangers
He was still her little child
Though the inn was full
And the night was cold
She held Him close and smiled
When she laid Him in a manger
He was still her little child

When the angels called Him Savior
He was still her little child
When the wise men gave Him treasures
He was still her little child
When the shepherds bowed before Him
A star shone all the while
When the angels called Him Savior
He was still her little child

When He grew in strength and wisdom
He was still her little child
When He spoke the people listened
He was still her little child
When He healed the lame and dying
They would follow Him for miles
And when he grew
In strength and wisdom
He was still her little child

When the people turned against Him
He was still her little child
When they shouted crucify Him
He was still her little child
And when they nailed Him
To a wooden cross
Then we were reconciled
When she held His broken body
He was still her little child
He was still her little child