For Holy Saturday: Second Hand Son, Brother of Jesus

For Holy Saturday: Second Hand Son, Brother of Jesus April 3, 2021

Second Hand Son. Brother of Jesus.
A public domain photograph of Yaakov ben Aharon ben Shalma around the year 1905. He lived less than forty miles from Cana in Galilee.



Now and at the hour of his death, what has changed?

What is new for me as his disciple?

What am I to do?

From his cross he told me only one thing:

“Behold, your mother.”

Then, as the Gospel says:

from that hour the disciple took her into his home.

What is it to have her in my home and my life?

At Cana in Galilee, she was the Gospel’s first witness of the misery of man and woman.

Having seen it, she stepped in.

She already believed in her son.

She prayed:

“They have no wine.”

Then she stood with her son’s would-be servants, and told them:

“Do whatever he tells you.”

Water became wine.

I saw.

I believed.

I wanted to do whatever he told me.

I followed him.

When the soldiers and police arrested him, we, his handpicked men, ran away.

His mother went to his cross.

I crept out of hiding, and stood in her shadow.

When Jesus saw his mother and the disciple whom he loved standing beside her, he said to his mother, “Woman, behold your son.”

Then he said to the disciple, “Behold your mother.”

And from that hour the disciple took her into his own home.

I changed from runaway disciple into brother of Jesus and second-hand son of Mary.

Water into wine again!

The only thing Jesus said to me from his cross:

“Behold, your mother.”

That’s all.

From his cross, from him, from that hour I took his mother into my home and my life.

I beheld her.

I behold her now.

At both Cana and Calvary, she intervened.

At Cana, Jesus yielded to her.

This, the first of his signs, Jesus did at Cana in Galilee,

and manifested his glory; and his disciples believed in him.

The last of his signs was on Calvary where he changed me into his brother, and said,

“It is finished.”


Mother of Jesus!

My mother!

Behold me.

I yield to you.

Draw me out of my hiding, and walk me to his cross.

Stay with me.

Teach me to keep the Sabbath.

Teach me to wait for the glory of Jesus Arisen to break into all the locked rooms where I hide now and at the hour of my death.


Turn. Love. Repeat.


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