Scattered Moments

Woman Behold Your Son (The Third Word From the Cross)

Matt Tullos Season 1 Episode 3

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In the middle of His own suffering, Jesus looks down from the cross and sees His mother.

And He makes sure she will not walk through it alone.

This third episode in our Holy Week series — The Seven Last Words — reflects on one of the most tender moments of the crucifixion. With a few quiet words, Jesus creates a family not by blood, but by love. And in doing so, He reveals something we desperately need to hear:

He is still seeing. He is still providing. Even now.

This brief reflection is for anyone carrying a grief they haven't told anyone about — and anyone who needs to be reminded that they are not too small for His attention.

Each episode is only about four minutes long — a short pause for Holy Week.

New episodes release daily through Holy Week.

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Two people stand near the cross, a mother and a disciple. The air is heavy with grief, and yet Jesus speaks, not to the crowd, not to his accusers, but to his mother. Woman, behold your son. Son, behold your mother. She had carried him as a child, and now she's watching him die as a man. The angel's promise, the wonder of it all, now pierced through with sorrow. And in this moment, this impossible moment, Jesus does something unexpected. He creates a family, not by blood, but by love. He looks at John. He looks at Mary. And with a few quiet words, he makes sure she will not walk through this alone. Even here, even now, love is still moving forward. Now there's something I need both of us to hear. Suffering has a way of turning us inward. It narrows the world down to our own pain, our own loss, our own unanswered questions and prayers. But Jesus in the middle of dying is seeing. Not from a distance, not from the vantage point of power and thrones, though he holds those two. He is present in the marriage counselor's office, the recovery group, the graveside of a friend, beneath the bed of a frightened child, whispering a prayer in the dark. He knows your hidden wounds. He is not looked away from the quiet private grief that you hold that you haven't told anyone about. You're not too small for his attention. You are not too broken for his care. He is making provision for you in the middle of this mess, whatever you're going through. Just the way he made provision for her. You will not carry this alone. God of wonder, King of Glory, grant us courage to look beyond our own pain and enter into the pain of another. Remind us that we are seen, we are not forgotten, that even now provision is being made for the journey ahead, and in these moments when grief narrows our world to only what we have lost. Give us eyes to see who is standing near the cross beside us. In the name of the one who saw his mother and refused to look away.

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Amen.

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There is another scattered feast waiting for you tomorrow. Take heart. Today notice the scattered moments and share the grace.