She gave birth to the one who created her. She nursed and cared for the one who would one day sacrifice Himself to save her from death. She stood by while her husband taught the one who wrote the words how to read the scriptures. She anticipated, year after year, the moment when He'd reveal to the world what the angel revealed to her before He was born. She agonized over her people's lack of recognition of Him. And then the tables were turned, and she was taught by Him....
How many women could stand by and watch their children be made fun of without striking back? How many could remain humble while the child of our own bodies grew to be a man of wisdom, honor, love and perfection.....and not want secretly to take at least a little of the credit?
She was a child...about the age of my daughter. What did she know about raising the Son of God? She was a simple girl with an obedient heart. Not a woman of greatness who had proven her worthiness....she was just a poor, uneducated girl. And that's the remarkable thing....she was plain and simple...unworthy of knowing how to raise the Messiah. She had no previous experience, no "What to Expect When You're Expecting" reference available. She had only one thing on her side. God's promise that He would raise His child through her. That was it...
She stood close by and watched prophecy after prophecy fulfilled by her Son's birth and life. And knew without a doubt that He was the Messiah her people had spoken of for generations. She waited many years for Him to reveal who He was...probably thinking that when He did everyone would immediately bow and worship Him...but they didn't. The Creator of the WORLD, the Savior of each of our souls stood in the flesh...and yet they didn't believe Him. From a mother's perspective...that's too much to bear.
But, even though I feel her pain, her agony....I think it's a mistake to think she's the hero of the scene. Many worship her because of her role in Jesus life. I highly admire her, but recognize the greatness was not hers, rather the ONE who gave her the Gift and the Strength to raise Him. The glory goes to the Father...to the Child. The mother was just the instrument that brought Him into the world.
Whew...as a mom, that's hard to hear! As the song asks, "Mary, did you know....?" I don't think she did. I think she had no idea what Jesus was capable of, no idea what kind of man He would be, no idea how far He would go to save the world. Because if she'd known way back then, in the manger, I don't think her heart could have survived...I don't think she would have made it long enough to kneel at the foot of her Son's cross. If she'd known that the same nails He pounded alongside His father as a boy would someday pound in His own flesh as a man.....she could not have withstood the pain. She signed on with no idea what the future would hold for her Son.
Sometimes ignorance is bliss....until reality sets in, and then only the grace of God will see us through...
The Mary in the manger is blissfully unaware of the future's heartache....she's contently rocking her newborn, loving Him with all that she has in her. She's the mother of the Messiah....the Savior of the world. And for that brief moment in time, all is well, and heaven rejoices.
"She will bear a Son, and you shall call His name Jesus, for He will save His people from their sins.
All this took place that it might be fulfilled which the Lord had spoken through the prophet,
Behold, the virgin shall become pregnant and give birth to a Son, and they shall call His name Emmanuel--which, when translated, means, God with us."
Jesus, "The Lord saves."
Immanuel, "God is with us"
That tiny child is our Saviour....His mom...just a simple girl who pondered all these things in her heart.