Ever Since I Was A Little Girl I’ve Been Awkward And Embarrassing

I don't care if religion is real or not and it has probably been said here before, but if I were Mary, I would've stopped believing in God the second I saw my son being almost dragged through the streets by the Romans.

God promised he would be the savior, that I would carry His son and give birth to him.

I gestated him, I felt him in my womb, I felt him kick. Blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh.

And when the time came, I held him when he took his first breaths, when he wailed after being born, when he was still covered in my blood, when he was but a small helpless newborn.

And I comforted him, and I nursed him, I gave him everything he would ever need. I loved him. I raised him.

I tended his wounds while on childhood. Probably taking care of his scrapped knees, maybe some splinters when he was learning to be a carpenter. Cleaning his tears after a nightmare, holding him tight after he got lost in a crowd.

I saw him perform his first miracle, my brain remembering how all those years ago, that angel promised my son to be not only the savior but also the son of God. The happiness of knowing he will be safe because he's the son of God, isn't he? God would never allow anything to happen to him.

See him grow, performing more miracles, watching him gather crowds and followers. Hearing him teach those same crowds, inspire people, help the poor, heal the wounded, resurrect the dead...

After 30 years, I would probably would have felt secure that God would never allow anything to happen to him. To his son. To my son.

I imagine how heartbreaking would have been to Mary to hear that he had been betrayed. That he was imprisoned by the Romans. That he was in danger.

And she probably prayed and prayed, begged God to take care of her son. Her child. Her baby. She was restless, trying to find ways to get to him.

She probably kept her faith and tried to keep a strong belief in God. After all, He's the creator, supreme being that would help keep His son safe.

And then she sees it, the verdict delivered by the hand of Pilate. Her son must die on a cross. And I imagine her faith waver, thinking that no, it has to be a mistake. God will save him. He has to. Her son is not only the savior but also an innocent man.

Yet there he was. Carrying a cross. A crown of thorns over his forehead, the same she had kissed goodnight so many times before. His frame holding the heavy cross, the same frame she had hugged goodbye, probably less than a month ago. His back bloodied by the lashes that the Romans delivered onto him, the same back she rubbed to take the burps out when he was a baby.

And God doesn't help him. He doesn't intervene. He doesn't save her precious little boy. He doesn't hear her begging.

They crucified him, they put nails through his wrists, blood dripping down, the same blood she has running through her veins. And she hears him wail in pain, but she can't hug him and tell him he'll be fine.

She sees him up there, suffering, barely conscious for three consecutive days. Three days when the Romans poked him with a spear, cutting the same ribs, she probably massaged when he was sick as a kid.

And I honestly believe that she would've lost all her faith. She wailed in pain and despair, screaming to the sky in anger, clutching her heart because her baby, the supposed savior, was dead. They took him from her.

She had given her body, her milk, and now her tears, to a God that could not even bother to give her son a merciful end, to take his pain away. She gave everything of her and still lost him.

So I don't think she would've kept being faithful to God or even keep believing in Him. He used her, and it was only then, only when she could see her son being tortured, that she started realizing it.

Birth & Death of Christ

The Virgin of the Lilies † Pietra by William-Adolphe Bouguereau

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“Alright,” Jyn finished pulling on her boots and stood from thebed, smiling at Cassian. “I’ll just be a few hours. I assure you that you will be fine.” She gave him a stern look. “But,if you two are not both in perfect working order when I return, I will havewords for you.”

Cassian gulped. “Yes, ma’am.”

Walking to the foot of the bed, Jyn kneeled down, eye level withthe crib there and the child that rested inside. She smiled, the soft gestureCassian had only seen her wear since their daughter was born, and ran herfingers over the baby’s soft tufts of dark hair.

“Careful,” Cassian warned, “You’ll wake her.”

Jyn smirked at him. “But then it would be your job to get her backto sleep.”

Cassian raised an eyebrow at her. “Exactly.”

She laughed and pulled her pack over her shoulder as shestraightened. “The great Cassian Andor, defeated by his one month old daughter.Wait until I tell Leia,” Jyn teased.

“Weren’t you leaving?” Cassian reminded her, his lips pursed intoa thin line.

“I’m going; I’m going.” She leaned down to give him a quick kissbefore adding, “You’ll be fine, Cassian. I believe in you.”

Watching her walk away, Cassian wished he could believe that too.

Cassian’s original goal while Jyn traveled to the local villagewas to stay quiet. After all, Lyrahad only just fallen asleep minutes before Jyn left; perhaps, if nothingdisturbed her, she would continue to sleep, warm and snug in her blankets,until Jyn returned.

But when had Cassian ever been lucky?

Ten minutes after Jyn left, a loud wail startled Cassian uprighton the couch where he attempted to doze. So much for hoping Lyra would sleepthe afternoon away.

Cassian crept into the bedroom and knelt beside the crib. Hisdaughter continued to cry as Cassian ran a finger over her scrunched-up face.Her tiny hands curled into tight balls as her father attempted to shush her.Careful with her tiny, delicate body – Cassian often felt he had handled bombsless fragile than her during the war – he brought her to his shoulder, his handcradling her head.

“Lyra, mi amor, I’mright here,” he cooed into her ear, gently rocking back and forth.

And yet the screams continued.

Cassian continued down his mental checklist of baby care: herocked her, fed her, changed her; nothing quieted her distress. As the minutesticked by, Cassian glanced more and more often towards the door, hoping, praying for Jyn to walk through thedoors. What if something happened to Jyn; what if something was horribly wrongif Lyra; what if…

“Shut up, it’s fine, just chill, we’re fine,” Cassian muttered to himself, still swaying Lyra back and forth in hisarms, “I’m fine, everything is cool,everything is good! We’re chill, nothing is happening and I am not freakingout, not at all, we’re FINE.”

Like Cassian had muttered magic words, Lyrastopped crying. She leaned back to gaze at her father’s face, cheeks still abright red, eyes glistening with tears, but miraculously silent. She hiccuppedonce, twice, and opened her mouth again – Cassian braced himself for thescreaming to start again –but she only gave a deep exhale and settled intoCassian’s chest, nuzzling her face along his collarbone.

Cassian struggled to keep the confusion off hisface as her breathing evened out. He had no logical explanation for what hadcalmed his daughter, but, Cassian reasoned, half of parenting is simply pureluck.

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Что тут надо делать?

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In terms of a love story, I don’t think there needs to be a love story in The Force Awakens to make it emotional and to make relationships happen. That’s not to say there isn’t love involved, but the love that’s mainly concentrated on is the love between friends and that’s wonderful.

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