By Peggy Townes. God, no! Not my son! Don’t let them kill my son!” As Mary stood trembling at the foot of the cross, her words suddenly begin to burn within her heart. “My son? MY son?… but God he’s Your son … YOUR Son! Why do You let them murder Your Son? In the mingled fog of exhaustion and confusion, Mary closed her burning eyes, too tired to pound any longer on Heaven’s iron gates, too angry to search any longer for the answers she so desperately desired.
Immediately, as though in a trance, her thoughts returned to her little home in Galilee. It had been many years since she had seen that home, but somehow now she saw it as clear