Apparently by chance but in reality by Providence Jonathan meets the Mother of Yeshua at the home of Lazarus and his sisters just prior to Christ’s Ascension.
I saw her. I felt my heart leap in my chest. At first glance, I thought it was my mother.
She looked so like her and was about Mother’s age when she passed on.
“Jonathan, this is Mary of Nazareth, Yeshua’s mother,” Martha said as she placed the platter on the table and motioned for me to sit down.
“I hope you slept well, Son,” she said with a smile that caused me to smile back at her.
“Very well, Mother. I mean Mary.”
“No, my dear, not Mary. Every one of Yeshua’s friends calls me Mother.”
“I…I really didn’t know Him all that well. I’d only seen Him in the Court of the Gentiles and I was there on Golgotha when…”
What had I done now? Brought that awful memory back to His Mother?
“I am glad you told me you were at the cross. It comforts me,” she said and her words also gave me comfort.
“…he said to his mother, “Woman, behold, your son.” Then he said to his disciple, “Behold your mother.” John 19: 27