Imagine: The wise men came to the baby King bearing gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh. They gave gold to represent His royalty, frankincense for the sweet aroma of His holiness and myrrh for His fragrant preservation. May the royal King reign and abide in the sweet aroma of the Almighty God and live forever! Long live the King!
Mary and Joseph would tell Him the stories about the angel visiting her, then in a dream an angel spoke to Joseph, His step-father; telling them about His miraculous conception and birth. The prophetic words of His life seemed so amazing, but those of His death they dare not mention.
After Joseph died, He’d ask His mother why she saved the myrrh. She would avoid the real answer by saying it was for sentimental reasons. He would look at her as if He could see deep in her soul. He’d tell her, “You’ll never use it on me” and then He’d give her that warm smile and hold her close. She felt so safe in His arms. He was what the world needed, what she needed. Surely God wouldn’t take Him away right now.
Then one day He was arrested in haste. He was innocent and they didn’t have a case; but they wouldn’t let Him go. They scourged Him within an inch of His life. Mary held on to the hope of getting Him home so she could care for His wounds. But instead of releasing Him someone from the crowd yelled “Crucify Him!” And many of the ones He fed, healed and delivered joined in. How could this be?
She watched her oldest son carry a splintered cross until He couldn’t bare it any longer. She watched in horror as they forced an innocent by-stander, reluctant and terrified, to help Him drag it up to Golgotha. Numb and in shock she watched her baby, her gift from God, her beautiful boy be nailed to a cruel rugged cross. They raised Him up on the hill for all to see; and the vicious crowd mocked and laughed. But when they heard Him say “Father forgive them, they don’t know what they’re doing”; they took notice. Did revelation pierce through the chaos in their minds just when the sword pierced Him in His side?
When it was over Mary rushed to His side. All she wanted to do was hold Him, clean His wounds and kiss Him over and over again. This was the first time she felt the strength of her love and her kiss fail Him; she couldn’t make it all better. The sun was going down and they needed to prepare His body for burial. Joseph of Arimathea and Nicodemus took His body to the tomb. This was the only thing left that Joseph had to offer His friend, His last place of rest. Mary realized that she didn’t have the myrrh with her, her heart sunk. It was difficult to leave Him there all alone.
Back in her room she began to rummage through her things until she found the myrrh. She took hold of a piece of His clothing that still held His scent and embraced it. They planned to rise early and go to the tomb; she’d take the myrrh with her. When they got there He was gone. No one could find His body. This was all too overwhelming for her so they brought her back to rest.
She sat there staring with swollen eyes and tears streaming down her face, trying to understand. For a moment she thought she heard Him call her name. Distracted, she could hear a commotion in the other room. Someone exclaimed “He’s alive! Jesus is alive!” But she watched Him die, she held His lifeless body…could this be? Then she heard Him whisper her name again. This time there was no doubt. She rejoiced down in her soul and whispered “You were right” and worshiped Him. The myrrh was never used. ♥