What a friend we have in Jesus
All our sins and grief to bear
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer ~ Tennessee Ernie Ford
When Jesus is with us, the going seems easy and life seems less difficult.
When Jesus is not with us life seems harder, empty, and desolate.
They had journeyed quite awhile before she realized he was he was nowhere to be found. Fear overcomes her as she runs from group to group looking for her son, “Have you seen him?” she asks.”Please, will you pray that we find him, please?” Turning to her husband with pain and anguish in her eyes she says, “We must go back; he’s got to still be there.” And so they go.
Each moment he is missing seems like an eternity to her. Each passing hour is filled with anxiety. Every child’s voice she hears toys with her emotions as she makes the long way back Jerusalem. She can barely contain her tears. It has been three days and she is exhausted. As she enters the temple her fears turns to joy as she hears his voice. He is teaching the elders. Quickly she makes her way forward to him. He stands up and embraces her. He had remained behind to do the Father’s will.
Oh, the joy of finding Jesus. He that finds him has found a treasure and he who loses him loses everything.
Many follow Jesus to the breaking of the bread, but few to drinkinking His chalice of suffering.1 Imitation of Christ, St. Louis de Montfort
"Dear children! May this time be a time of prayer for you. My call, little children, desires to be for you a call to decide to follow the way of conversion; therefore, pray and seek the intercession of all the saints. May they be for you an example, an incentive and a joy towards eternal life. Thank you for having responded to my call." BVM October 25 2010 Message to Marija
13 comments:
What a nice reframing of the story!
This is how I meditate on that Joyful mystery of the rosary - I ask Mary to let her joy in finding Jesus be my own. Beautiful reflection!
It makes all the difference when we place ourselves in the scene as you did with your post today. Then we are able to feel the emotions, the pain and the joy. Thanks for helping us to do that.
Andie
Quite a few things to comment on here:
I had a record "What a friend we have in Jesus" but it wasn't Tennessee Ford (!). Can't remember the name of the group. I'll go look for it now.
Regarding the story you tell:
One wonders why the young Jesus left His parents without telling them where He was going!
Also, why Mary, and Joseph looked for Him frantically. How much did Mary know about Jesus and His future life? When presenting Him in the temple as a baby she was warned that her heart would break. So she must have known of His suffering and cruel death. Did she know where He would be right now? If so, why all the worrying?
This has always been an interesting and intriguing passage. The only one, I believe, where we see Jesus as a young child. Not much is written about His young years. His first steps, the first words He said, learning to read etc ...
Thank you for this thought-provoking post.
God bless.
Awe, very good questions Victor! There is a lot to think about here isn't there.
God bless
Thanks for the beautiful material to meditate on DG!
Thanks for the beautiful material to meditate on DG!
hi daily grace! your reflection on the finding of Jesus in the temple reminds me of something I read . Mary said "when I lost my son it felt like I lost every one of my children " .
No wonder she tries to lead everyone back to the Father .
Peace be with you always
Thank you Mary!
Thank you for sharing that with me Jackie. Mary's statement really strikes a cord doesn't it.
I always love to hear from you, God bless.
Hi Daily Grace :) , I appreciate your post. I hope all is well with you and yours, <3 , aspiring f.o.o.L.
aspiring...
What an absolute delight to hear from you! God bless
A really beautiful post. I appreciate the way you write. I have a blog called Daily Grace too. It is a short daily devotion posted every day. You can reach it through my Inside the Shrink site. So glad to have found you, God bless, Dr. Bobbi
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