Mother of Jesus.
All these years I’ve known of you. How did I not see who you really were? I thought you were little Mary, meek and mild. But now I see that just couldn’t be.
Mary. Young Mary in Nazareth. An angel of the Lord came to you and told you that you’d conceive and give birth to a son. And yet, you had never been with a man.
No Mary. You weren’t mild and demure and timid. There’s just no way. This was no joke, being told by an angel that you would be with child. And not just that, but to know that within you would grow God’s Son Himself. Mary, dear Mary- God needed a woman of strength, a woman of dreams, a woman with a fiery, fearless soul. He needed a woman who had decided long before that fateful day that she would believe and follow God, regardless of how foolish it made her look.
I bet you were the one who walked around recounting the stories of God’s miracles from long ago, with a light in your eyes because you chose to believe that this great God still existed. I bet you were mocked for your foolish, wide-eyed hope in these ancient tales. I bet as you skipped and sang of Elijah being taken up to heaven in a chariot of fire, that you were hushed and shushed by a jaded generation saying, stop singing, girl. Those things don’t happen anymore. Keep your head down. Be quiet. This ugly life is all you get and you need to stay silent to stay alive.
But no. You knew better. Deep within your soul, you knew there was more. You believed in the deliverance of Israel, even though the generations before you had given up hope. Not only that, but you believed in the value and deliverance of your own soul.
So when God’s eyes roamed the earth searching for a faithful servant to trust with the raising and nurture of His Son, they landed on you. And He said, Yes. There she is. That’s the one.
Mary. Fierce, fiery, bold, obedient Mary. You’d been a fool all your life. So what was one more foolish yes? Ah, but this one would change everything – this yes would change history, destiny, and even eternity. This was the greatest yes, one that literally grew and birthed a Savior.
Oh may this Mary Yes also be found in me. I, too, have been the foolish dreamer, skipping and singing of the great and miraculous wonders of the Lord. I, too, have been hushed by a jaded generation saying, no no no, you need to fear, you need to settle, what you see is what you get. If you hope you hurt because all hope is crushed.
But no, I can’t stop it. The fire of faith, the hope of dreams lives inside me still. Oh God, I pray that when your eyes roam the earth looking for a girl to birth and carry something that will change history, destiny, and eternity, that they will land on me. I pray that you will find me faithful because I’ve remained foolish. Foolishly believing that You are who You say You are, that You’ll do what You’ve said You’d do, regardless of how the circumstances look.
Yes, Lord. Here I am. Birth a world-changing purpose in me. The people may scorn me, saying, how did this happen to you? What have you done? You are a fool. But I don’t care. No, God, I just don’t care. Because You are everything. So all I want is You.
Thank you, Mary. You’re my hero. You’re my role model. I know it was a hard hard road for you. But oh, how great your reward must be. You birthed and lost Jesus here on earth – I cannot imagine the depth of your heartache. But now you are with Him forever. Honored in heaven and on earth.
So I too look ahead to the day I’ll be united with Him, and live now in such a way as to receive that prize.
Behold, I am the servant of the Lord; let it be to me according to your word. (Luke 1:38)
And Mary sang this song:
“My soul is ecstatic, overflowing with praises to God!
My spirit bursts with joy over my life-giving God!
For he set his tender gaze upon me, his lowly servant girl.
And from here on, everyone will know
that I have been favored and blessed.
The Mighty One has worked a mighty miracle for me;
holy is his name!
Mercy kisses all his godly lovers,
from one generation to the next.
Mighty power flows from him
to scatter all those who walk in pride.
Powerful princes he tears from their thrones
and he lifts up the lowly to take their place.
Those who hunger for him will always be filled,
but the smug and self-satisfied he will send away empty.
Because he can never forget to show mercy,
he has helped his chosen servant, Israel,
Keeping his promises to Abraham
and to his descendants forever.”
Luke 1:46-55, The Passion Translation