She was going to be there at his end-- she who had been there with God at his beginning. She was his mother. She had fed him and cradled him and watched over his growing. Whatever he had said and done, he was still her son and she would not desert him now. Whatever pain of his she could embrace, she would. And in the meeting of their eyes, there was love, suffering and shining.
"JESUS MEETS HIS MOTHER" BY RUTH BURGESS & CHRIS POLHILL