Blue Mary stands tall above her guardian angels and her seahorses.  She dares not look to her right to glimpse her son, Red Jesus.  She stood strong as he hung upon the cross.  She held her head high even as he was humiliated.  Her tears fell.  Her hands shook.  But she wouldn’t leave her son.  She is a person of faith and strength; undeniably.

Mary wears blue – in stained glass, paintings, all kinds of places.  Blue is the color of purity and the virgin birth.  Blue is the color of an empress and since Red Jesus is the King of Kings, it seems natural that Mary would wear blue.  I also believe Mary wears blue because of sadness.  If there can be a Blue Christmas cant there be a Blue Easter?  It was hard watching her precious son on the cross.  It was hard knowing this day was coming.  It was hard spending her life loving her son and knowing that as the Savior, he wouldn’t be around to take care of her in her old age.  It was hard sharing him with all of humanity.

I can’t imagine how hard that would have been.  I’ve searched the neighborhood for a missing child.  I’ve gone to the ER after a child was in a roll over car accident.  I’ve sat in surgical waiting rooms praying all is well.  How Blue Mary moved through life with hope while knowing the path her son would take and consequently the path she would take is beyond my comprehension and maybe my capability.

Did you notice Blue Mary’s hands?  They are not reaching out for me and for humanity.  Red Jesus’ hands do, but Blue Mary’s hand are open but down.  You see, she’s already given all she has.  She gave her son to the world and now her hands are empty.  She’s a mother with no child to hold.  I’ve been with friends as they have grieved the child they no longer have to hold, and their grief is overwhelming.  Blue Mary understands their grief and even though she also understood her son’s resurrection, I believe there were times when she longed to hold his hands stretched out to the world.

This is a day of sadness.  This is a day of waiting.  This is a day of listening to Blue Mary’s weeping.  This is a day of our weeping.

Near the cross of Jesus stood his mother, his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene.  When Jesus saw his mother there, and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he said to her, “Woman, here is your son,”  and to the disciple, “Here is your mother.” From that time on, this disciple took her into his home.                            

                                                                                                               John 19:25-27