Excerpt from my book: Mary's Diary, the Life of Jesus through His Mother's Eyes
I am so distressed! There is something in the air! I can feel it! The
animosity towards Yeshua is as thick as an ominous cloud. I know the
religious rulers are planning evil against Him. I know He is not safe
here. Oh, Yeshua, Yeshua, I wish You hadn’t come. I wish You would
flee like a bird to the mountains! I wish that HaShem, God would somehow
hide You like He did when they wanted to cast you off the embankment
in Nazareth! I fear for You! I’m so afraid the Great I AM will not save
you, this time.
Oh, El’Elohim, have mercy, please, please have mercy on my Son.
Of the same day
Yeshua and His talmidim, disciples went to a friend’s place to celebrate the
Passover. I would have given all that I have to have been there with Him.
I spend much time on the rooftop gazing at the darkening sky, my
hands clasped in prayer. I think I saw Him leave John Mark’s house
and head for the Olive Orchard. Oh I wish He would stay where it is
safe . . . a little safer, at least.
Later, much later; I saw soldiers with torches heading that way.
It can mean no good. Oh, that my eyes could see in the dark and
penetrate through trees, so I could know what was going on. Someone
tell me, please, what is that hubbub in the streets all about? At this
hour. Oh, what is going on? Tell me, please, tell me what is going on?
Oh, Yeshua, Yeshua! Are you safe? Is it well with You?
A man is running down the street! Would He be coming to this
house? He runs like Yochanam (John)
! He sees me! He is calling my name! He
wants me to come! It must be because of Yeshua!
I must go!
They crucified my Son, today. I can hardly bear to sit down and
write, yet if I do, perchance there will be healing for my spirit. Nay
there cannot be healing. Nothing can heal my torn, bleeding, broken
spirit. There is no grief as insufferable as losing a tinoki in such a cruel,