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Tuesday, December 17, 2013

One Mother to Another

I can’t seem to get Mary off my mind.

Can you even imagine?   

Do you think she knew the stories? 

Had she heard of a man named Adam and a woman named Eve, who died spiritually when they chose to disobey their Creator, leaving us all with a legacy of sin and the need for someone to take it all away?

Had Mary heard about Abraham and the trip he made up a mountainside to do the unthinkable?  Did she know how God provided a sacrificial lamb at the last moment to take Isaac’s place, so the boy did not have to die on that mountain at the hands of his father?
Do you think Mary knew the story of David, a shepherd boy whose incredible faith allowed him to slay a giant and become a king, the first in a line that led to THE King?

The angel came and told, and she trusted and carried and delivered a child who would be called the most beautiful names in history . . .
Prince of Peace

Son of Man

Lamb of God

Emmanuel

Messiah

Redeemer

Comforter

Healer

Teacher

Savior

Jesus.

Do you remember what it was like to be a mother for the first time?  The anxiety and worry and sleepless nights watching every breath to make sure he was happy and healthy and safe from harm.
What if you were up all night watching the One promised to save an entire world from itself?

What if you had to watch him take his first steps and climb his first hill and stumble and fall and cry for help?
Can you even imagine the weight of such responsibility? 

Not yet a bride, she was told she would bear the Son of God.  Not yet a woman, she gave birth to a King.  She had to hold him and mold him and no doubt scold him.  She had to watch him stumble and fall and cry while a crown of thorns sat atop his head, and a crowd of people who once called him their own chose to disown and disgrace and discard, and then she had to watch him die on a cross between two men whose only resemblance to Him was their flesh.
The angel called her favored, honored, chosen.

We call her Mary.
A lovely name.  A name always meant to go down in history, and it did, and it should.

But He called her Mom.

Can you even imagine?

The angel said to Mary, "Do not be afraid; you have found favor with God.  You will conceive and give birth to a son, and you are to call him Jesus.  He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High.  The Lord God will give him the throne of his father David, and he will reign over the house of Jacob forever; his kingdom will never end."
Luke 1:30-33