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Be merciful to me, LORD, for I am faint; O LORD, heal me, for my bones are in agony. My soul is in anguish. How long, O LORD, how long? Turn, O LORD, and deliver me; save me because of your unfailing love. No one remembers you when he is dead. Who praises you from the grave? I am worn out from groaning; all night long I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears. My eyes grow weak with sorrow; they fail because of all my foes. Away from me, all you who do evil, for the LORD has heard my weeping. The LORD has heard my cry for mercy; the LORD accepts my prayer.

Psalm 6:2-9, NIV

Somehow as church people we’ve been groomed to believe we shouldn’t be real with God in our prayers. Somehow we get this feeling of guilt when we tell God that we’re sad, angry, frustrated, or confused. But in the Psalms we find an anecdote for this guilt. David, the great King of Israel and the most famous songwriter that ever lived, was also known as a “man after God’s own heart” (see 1 Sam. 13:14 and Acts 13:22). Yet in his Psalms we do not see a man who was afraid to tell God how he felt or even to question Him.  

Mary.

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.