A year ago's Mother’s Day, started with a nice breakfast cooked by my husband and ended with me having a
swollen stitched-up face and sedated by Lortab lying on the couch watching
Harry Potter. Now I am healed with a small scar and a porcelain tooth to
keep forever as souvenirs of my most memorable Mother’s Day to date. Last year I was fiercely missing
my own mother, so this year I’ve decided to put all that behind me and concentrate
on another mother, the Blessed Mother.
I learned I was pregnant with my children by seeing a plus
sign on a stick I … well you know. Mary,
on the other hand was heralded by the archangel Gabriel. He brought her the news of God’s favor and
told her she would conceive a son.
“He shall be great, and shall be
called the Son of the Highest: and the Lord God shall give unto him the throne
of his father David: And he shall reign over the house of Jacob for ever; and
of his kingdom there shall be no end.”
Luke 1:32-33.
Mary agreed to allow God’s will be done. But what was Mary’s true understanding of
this proclamation? Did she realize her
son was going to be the Son of God or did she think He would wear an earthly
crown like royalty? By accepting God’s
will she had to also face shame and fear.
If the man who was chosen to be her husband rejected her then she might
be stoned to death. But God took care of
that obstacle too by sending an angel to Joseph as well.
“…Joseph, thou son of David, fear
not to take unto thee Mary thy wife: for that which is conceived in her is of
the Holy Ghost. And she shall bring
forth a son, and thou shalt call his name JESUS: for he shall save his people
from their sins.” Matthew 1:20-21.
As my child grew on the inside of me my body grew on the outside
of me. When I met people I was usually
greeted with the question, “When are you due?” or “Are you having a boy or a
girl?” But when Mary met her cousin, Elizabeth,
she was greeted with the words,
“…Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is
the fruit of thy womb. And whence is
this to me, that the mother of my Lord should come to me? For, lo, as soon as
the voice of thy salutation sounded in mine ears, the babe leaped in my womb
for joy. And blessed is she that
believed: for there shall be a performance of those things which were told her
from the Lord.” Luke 1:42-45.
If Mary did not know her son was divine by that time, then
surely Elizabeth’s words gave her a clue.
When I was pregnant my biggest concerns were finding
clothes that fit me and what I was going to use to decorate the nursery. Of course I prayed for a healthy baby, but I
had excellent medical care so I knew from the beginning my children were going
to be fine. There were no blood tests, heartbeat
monitors and ultrasounds 2000 years ago.
Mary only had faith to depend upon.
Mary did not have a nursery to decorate or a sterile environment in
which to deliver her son. Instead when
she was near her due date she had to make a long, difficult journey to
Bethlehem with Joseph to be counted in a census. While in Bethlehem,
“…she brought forth her firstborn
son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because
there was no room for them in the inn.” Luke 2:7
When my first son was born I had very few visitors in the
hospital. One was my Aunt Betty who has always
been the faithful, thoughtful relative.
I truly appreciated her visit even though all I wanted to do was sleep. I imagine Mary must have longed for her
mother or other female relatives to help her bring her son into the world. We do not know if she had help, but we do
know she had visitors. God had sent an angel to a group of shepherds and the
angel proclaimed to them,
“For unto you is born this day in
the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.” Luke 2:11.
And soon a multitude of angels were before them, praising
God in a chorus of heavenly voices. Then
the shepherds,
“… came with haste, and found Mary, and
Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger. And when they had seen it, they made known
abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child. And all they that heard it wondered at those
things which were told them by the shepherds. But Mary kept all these things,
and pondered them in her heart.” Luke 2: 16-19.
I like the part that says Mary “pondered them in her heart”. I can see the wheels turning in her mind, the
dawning of realization that her Son is no ordinary child. The words spoken to her by Gabriel and
Elizabeth must have taken on more meaning to her once Jesus was born.
And if the shepherds’ stories of angels were not enough to
convince her of her son’s divinity then the three kings who came to see her
child should have driven home the message.
“And when they were come into the
house, they saw the young child with Mary his mother, and fell down, and
worshipped him: and when they had opened their treasures, they presented unto
him gifts; gold, and frankincense, and myrrh.” Matthew 2:11.
Personally, I think the truth of Jesus became most clear to
Mary when she and Joseph presented Him to the temple to offer the sacrifice for
sons as was required by the law of the day.
There they were met by Simeon a man who received a message from the Holy
Spirit that he would not die until he had seen the Messiah. When he saw Jesus he took Him in his arms and
said,
“Lord, now lettest thou thy servant
depart in peace, according to thy word: For mine eyes have seen thy salvation, which
thou hast prepared before the face of all people; a light to lighten the
Gentiles, and the glory of thy people Israel.” Luke 2:29-32.
The passage goes on to say that Mary and Joseph “marveled”
at the things Simeon said. They marveled. They were astonished a total stranger told
them their baby was God’s salvation. But
here’s the part that strikes me the most about this passage,
“And Simeon blessed them, and said
unto Mary his mother, ‘Behold, this child is set for the fall and rising
again of many in Israel; and for a sign which shall be spoken against; (Yea, a sword shall pierce through thy own
soul also,) that the thoughts of many hearts may be revealed.’” Luke 2:34-35.
The writer here makes a special note to emphasize that
Simeon specifically told Mary that her son would be the rise and fall of
many. He said a sword would pierce her
soul. On one hand Mary is told her son
would be great, and in the same sentence she is told she will suffer for
it.
A few months ago my family and I were at my husband’s sister’s
house and we left late at night during a terrible thunderstorm. We were in three different vehicles. I was
the lead car, my husband was behind me and bringing up the rear of the caravan
was the car with my two sons. The rain
was coming down so heavily I had to drive at a crawl just to see the road. I prayed to God to please keep my children
safe. Please keep my children safe. I crept slowly around the curves and across
the bridges that lead to my house because I could barely see and also I felt if
I went slow the cars behind me would be forced to go slow as well. Please keep my children safe were the words I
repeated over and over until we were all finally at home. The fear I felt in the thunderstorm was only
for a fleeting moment in time. It
subsided as soon as we were all safely together. I can only imagine the ceaseless prayers Mary
must have prayed for Jesus his entire life after hearing Simeon’s words.
As a newly expectant mother I had a romantic notion of motherhood
being times of having a soft, sleeping baby in cuddly clothes cradled in my arms
as I rocked him gently to sleep. While
there were times when this notion rang true, the reality of motherhood was anything
but romantic. It’s heart-wrenching to send
your child to school every day and not be there to protect him from harm, both
physical and emotional. It’s downright frightening
to watch your teen drive off alone for the first time, no, make that every time,
they get behind the wheel. How did Mary
make it through each day knowing that one day something so horrific would happen
to her precious child that the hurt of it would pierce her own soul?
I guess Mary made it because she was chosen by God for a
reason; she had great faith. God had a
plan for her just as He has a plan for every mother and child he unites. I, we, just need to have faith to see it
through. We, I, need to remember Mary’s
words of praise when she said to Elizabeth,
“…My soul doth magnify the Lord, and
my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour. For he hath regarded the low estate of his
handmaiden: for, behold, from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed.
For he that is mighty hath done to me
great things; and holy is his name. And
his mercy is on them that fear him from generation to generation. He hath shewed strength with his arm; he hath
scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts. He hath put down the
mighty from their seats, and exalted them of low degree. He hath filled the hungry with good things;
and the rich he hath sent empty away. He hath holpen his servant Israel, in
remembrance of his mercy; As he spake to
our fathers, to Abraham, and to his seed for ever.” Luke 1:46-55.
