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!’
…Mary and Joseph searched for their twelve year old son.
They could not find Him after visiting Jerusalem.
Eventually, they found Him in the temple,
sitting among the teachers…All who
heard Him speaking to the teachers
were amazed at His understanding.
His mother asked, ‘Son, why have You treated us like this?
We have been searching for You and really upset
and distressed because we could not find You.’
Jesus answered, ‘Why? Why were you looking for Me?
Did you not know I must be about my Father’s business?’
…While Jesus was speaking, a man went to Him and said
His mother and brothers wanted to speak to Him.
Jesus replied, ‘Who is My mother and who are My
brothers? Whoever does the will of My Father is
My brother and sister and mother.!’
…When Jesus was hanging on the cross,
He saw His mother and one of His
closest disciples standing nearby.
He said to His mother,
‘Woman, behold, your son!’
To the disciple, He said,
‘Behold, your mother!’
And from that hour, the disciple took Mary to his house.”
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.
While I go over the whole thing every Christmas, it’s around this time of the year, and especially during Lent, and especially during the week after Palm Sunday and before Easter filled with so much passion and pain, I still don’t pretend to get it/you/Him; so like Jesus told Nicodemus about such things remaining in the cloud of unknowing, “We speak of what we know and don’t speak about what we don’t know as if we knew.”
While I accept is as a matter of fact – God can do anything because He’s God – it took angels to convince you and Joseph that your pregnancy was a miracle and the miraculous way that God would enter history – His story.
But, surely you know, lots of people remain unconvinced.
Really, I don’t know what will convince them.
Actually, I’m thinking it will take His next advent, His second coming, when He comes back in glory and might and recompense instead of a baby in a manger, to convince everybody for the last time: “Every knee will bow and every tongue will confess Jesus is Lord!”
Moretheless, you have helped me to get it/Him: “I am a servant of the Lord. Let it be to me according to your word from Him.”
Father knows best.
You always believed that/Him; and your faith has encouraged mine.
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.
Again, Paul helps me to understand it/you/Him: “Now we see in a mirror dimly…”
You exemplified 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.
Candidly, confessionally, I am humbled by your enduring faith through it all and think I’ve not made enough of you as one of greatest heroes of faith; especially when I try to relate to you as a parent.
Most parents would spank their child if told to mind their own business while they’re about theirs as twelve year old Jesus did in the temple.
Most parents would wail in grief and maybe wale away at a child if the child said there are some relationships even more important than those signified by birth certificates.
Yes, I know you knew from the beginning that Jesus was anything but a normal child; but, still, you bore Him into the world. He was your baby away in a manger.
And I cannot imagine how you felt when He was arrested, tortured, and then stripped and humiliated in such a brutal form of capital punishment for just telling the truth.
Maybe that’s why the disciple took you to his home before your always little baby boy – “I’ll love you forever. I’ll like you for always. As long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be!’ – exhaled for the last time.
You knew so much more about Him than anyone else.
You knew He was destined for the greatest things.
You knew He was out of this world for this world in the end.
Still, your humanity, the mother in you, grieved, as Marius sang, with a grief that could not be spoken from the deepest recesses of your mind, gut, heart, and soul.
It causes me to think of how He’s still being crucified today; or like He said, “As you do it to them, you do it to Me.”
I think of people all around the world who are being savaged by the anti-Christs.
Yes, I know He wins in the end; and His children will win with Him.
Yes, I know we will be saved to heaven in the end.
Still, my humanity, like yours, cries out for the victims of this meantime.
The blood, His blood, still flows.
Fortunately, yet soberly, I praise God for the blood that washes away all of the sin in the end.
Yes, thank God for His still flowing blood.
And thank you, Mary, mother of God, for your exemplary cooperation from manger to crucified Christ.
Part of the Family
Blessings and Love!
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