A Mother’s View from the Feet of the Cross I sat in worship on Sunday and during the time of communion, which my beloved happened to be leading, I found myself holding my son’s little hands. He’s not so little anymore I noticed. He’s 8 1/2 and quite tall for his age. He has long fingers, slender. I noticed this on Sunday because over the course of his life I have quietly measured his growth by how his hand fits in mine.  As I sat holding his hand and listening to my beloved reading from Luke 23 about the crucifixion of my Lord, my mind went to Mary His mother at…