Book I: Chapter 22
Like I was trying to tell you, today I received not one, but two new visions. Well, one was more of a memory and the other was a revelation…
At first, I was transported back in time to witness a conversation between Mary and Jesus – it must have been shortly before his death.
[Note to Reader: This is Chapter 22 of Book 1 “The Pawns of Prophecy” – if you missed the start of the book, click here return to the main page. ]
By the look of the surroundings it appeared they were somewhere in the hills of the Garden of Gethsemane.
“Why do you always talk of leaving us?” Mary asked. “Ever since we reached Jerusalem, the only thing you talk about is your death!”
(Hey, I’ll bet this was that same Passover day I just thought about. Yeah, I remember now, it was about mid-day when Jesus and Mary went off; Judas was away buying provisions, and the rest of us were preparing the room. How ironic – I was just thinking about that day, huh?)
“This is what Father has planned.” Jesus said. “It is my destiny.”
“But, what about me? Us?” Mary buried her face in his chest. “Stay with me. Together we can lead your flocks to salvation. Isn’t that what you want?” (See, I told you she wanted to be a leader).
“You will indeed have a hand in helping the world find salvation.” Jesus held her close. “But your destiny is not with me. I must be about my Father’s business.”
“You must die?!” Mary pulled back. “Your Father wants you to die? Why would he let Evil triumph over you? It doesn’t make sense!”
“Much of life doesn’t make sense while it is happening.” Jesus wiped Mary’s tears. “This is not The End. Once it is finished, you will understand.”
“So you are just going to let The Pharisees… kill you? You’re going to desert your disciples? Desert me? Desert the world you came to save?”
“It is the only way.” Jesus laid a hand on her shoulder.
“It’s not!” Mary pushed his hand away. “It’s not the only way. It’s YOUR way. I don’t agree!” (Ah, Mary, always the Drama Queen).
“It doesn’t matter what I want.” And more softly still. “Or what you want, Mary. The Son of Man must obey his Father’s will. You KNOW this is the case – Gabriel told you so.”
“Don’t tell me what The Angel said! Those visions are my own; given to me so that… so that… I can change the future if need be!”
“This is not one of those times, Mary.” Jesus cautioned. “Gabriel’s words are a gift. And later I will bless you with another gift. You will use them in the future to help this world. But, on this occasion, there is no action for you to take. What will be, will be.”
Mary’s shoulders slumped; even I could tell her heart was breaking.
“Please don’t leave me in my time of need, Mary.” Jesus extended a hand out to her. “I DO need you.”
The pain was evident in Jesus’ eyes as Mary looked at him. I watched as she began to reach out to take his hand, but then…
I would guess that here Mary realized that no matter what she did, it would not stop Jesus’ death and the thought of him being crucified was apparently too much for her to bear – for Mary suddenly cried out in agony and ran off – racing to escape her sorrow.
Jesus did not chase her.
Mary sought out the secluded confines of the stone hills to lament the situation – perhaps trying to work out a plan to change Jesus’ mind?
Whatever her plans may have been, as it turned out, Mary would not see Jesus again until he was captured and then crucified – and by then it was too late.
Suddenly I wondered – did she ever forgive herself for deserting her Lord?
For a brief moment I actually felt sorry for Mary.
Unfortunately I couldn’t enjoy myself too much because I still had to tell you about that other revelation…