Monday, December 8, 2014
Christmas Letter to Mary
Christmas Letter to Mary
“The virgin shall conceive and bear a son,
and shall call his name Immanuel.”
“She was found to be with child from the Holy Spirit.”
“The angel said, ‘Greetings, O favored one, the Lord is with you!’”
The angel said you were “favored” by God.
Parts of our family make too much of that; idolizing you to levels not reasonable or revealed in the enfleshed or explained Word.
Parts of our family make too little of your place in the mysterious plan; forgetting you were elected by God’s intellectually unapproachable omnipotence for unnatural maternity.
I don’t pretend to get it/you/Him; and thank God for Paul who calms my curiosity: “For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.”
Still, it’s hard for someone like me who’s just scratching the surface of my relationship with God to fathom your “favored” role in the ultimate revelation of history – His story.
Not many men known to me, especially me, would/could ever swallow pregnancy apart from conventional familiarity; and I’d never have believed/defended my betrothed’s announcing such a pregnancy with me knowing I had nothing to do with it.
O.K., angels are convincing.
One convinced you: “The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you; therefore the child to be born will be called holy – the Son of God.”
One convinced your fiancé: “Do not fear to take Mary as your wife, for that which is conceived in her is from the Holy Spirit. She will bear a son, and you shall call His name Jesus, for He will save His people from their sins.”
But surely you know, lots of people remain unconvinced; especially those who make too much or too little of your "favored" relationship with Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.
Silly ones like me are always trying to limit the One who was before the beginning who will be after the end who guarantees the eternal beyond the existential.
That’s too much for me; and I must go back to Paul to make any sense of the nonsense.
You help me to get it/Him: “I am a servant of the Lord. Let it be to me according to your word from Him.”
From family tree to supernatural conception to birthplace and other exceedingly extraordinary confirmations of prophecy climaxing in passion, resurrection, and reign for the son of humanity as the Son of God who had to be “about His Father’s business,” you cooperated in the perfect placement of every part of the predestined puzzle.
Sometimes I’ve gone from silly to insipid by speculating on how you received those symbolic gifts from royalties wise enough to seek Him, reacted to an old man’s readiness to pass on immediately after seeing Him, handled or even had more children, lived with Joseph in anything close to resembling normal marriage, accepted His horrid role as suffering servant, and other unknowns to anyone but Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.
Paul helps my desire to get over that/me.
You exemplified such maturity while being so young: "My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for He has looked on the humble estate of His servant...All generations will call me blessed."
Thank you for helping others like me, in supporting/elected roles assigned to us, to return the favor with you: "Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart."
Yes, parts of our family make too much or too little of you being the mother of God; yet, all things considered, I like singing Ave Maria.
Part of the Family
Blessings and Love!