Mary, did you know…
Wise men were coming to see your baby, Jesus?
Did an angel warn you; give you time to prepare for company? Or did they show up unannounced?
Nativity scenes depict you serene, radiating joy as you cradle your infant son.
But was God’s peace enough?
Enough to keep you tranquil when your home was bursting at the seams with visiting dignitaries? Camels resting outside your door?
Although you found favor in God’s eyes, and were chosen among all women to bear the Son of God, you were still a woman.
A young mom with raging hormones. A newly wed, living in humble means.
So I’m curious. Was your expression as europhoric as it appears in Renaissance paintings and Christmas cards?
Because if I’d given birth, and prestigious strangers showed up at my door (uninvited) I’d probably come unglued.
Oh, I’d smile and invite them inside, but my eyes would only see the clutter on my kitchen counter. The dust on the mantel piece.
I’d scramble to brew a pot of coffee or tea. Bring out my nicest cups—the ones not chipped or stained. I’d forage in my pantry for snacks to share.
Not knowing how long they’d stay, I’d take my husband aside and tell him to order Chinese food or pizza.
If these strangers brought valuable gifts, I’d balk at the price tag before I graciously received them—knowing I had nothing to give in return.
What if they worshipped my son? Would I miss out while I searched for my camera to capture the moment?
Or be still and ponder these things in my heart like you did?
Mary, how did you feel when the shepherds and wise men had come and gone?
Did the thrill of childbirth go away when you and Joseph were left alone; faced with the reality of raising God’s Son?
How did you react when an angel told your husband to flee to Egypt for safety? Did you question God? Wrestle with the decision to move?
Surely your heart sank when you heard every male child under the age of two in Bethlehem had been killed when King Herod’s men searched for the Christ Child.
Did your faith flounder…even for a second?
Or were you so intent on God’s eternal purposes that His supernatural peace kept your mortal soul calm—come what may?
Mary, I like to think you didn’t know what lay ahead.
That you were a woman like me.
Imperfect, but walking by faith and not by sight even though you didn’t comprehend events.
Trusting God’s sovereignty during tumultuous times.