(Spring 2010) I realize this might be a tad cheesy for me, but I can dip down in my pensieve and see a small group of followers at Golgotha, looking up in adoration of their Lord and Savior, suffering on the cross. I see Mary Jesus' mother there, and John the Beloved. I feel the agony the mother of the Son of God must feel to see her precious child being tortured and killed. Her emotions are contained for a moment but rush out in a heave of sorrow. Then Christ gives his mother to John, and she feels a deep love for the One who saves her and who cares for her deeply, so tenderly to see to it she is taken care of. What grace.