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 19:26-27)
In the midst of this story of horror, of a man bleeding and suffering, of betrayal and execution, is mention of home. This surprising domesticity in the heart of the story is mirrored in our cathedral ruins. If you walk past Ecce Homo (the sculpture of Jesus bound before Pilate), into the side chapel there and look up, you see this window. It looks like an ordinary window with ordinary curtains, it doesn’t belong in a ruined cathedral.
The word home is part of our common humanity. No matter what happened in your day, home is what we call the place we go at the end of it. The reality of homelessness is one of the most offensive failures of a society, because it feels so wrong. Home is normal.
In the middle of Jesus’ passion, which will change the cosmic ordering of things, his mum needs to go home somewhere tonight. If we ever think our domestic needs are beyond God’s interest, it is worth remembering this.
- What domestic worry is in the back of your mind right now?
- Try praying about it with the confidence that it belongs in the heart of God’s big story.