12/22/2022
And behold, you will conceive in your womb and bring forth a Son, and shall call His name JESUS. – Luke 1:31 ✝
As she lifted her head from the pillow, she opened her mouth to cry out. She knew that John would be at her side. But then she knowingly let her head fall back. It was time. Suddenly her life flashed before her. She saw her betrothed, Joseph, her beloved. He was so handsome. And she loved him so much. She would be with him again soon. She closed her eyes.
Then she saw the angel, Gabriel. She remembered the night he appeared to her. She remembered his words: “Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God. And behold, you will conceive in your womb and bring forth a Son, and shall call His name Jesus.”
Indeed, it had been over 400 years since Israel heard from a prophet. And it been over 1000 years since anyone had heard from an angel. Yet here was Gabriel, appearing to her, a simple young girl in an obscure little town. So it comforting that he began speaking to her with the words “do not be afraid “. Because, she remembered, she was terrified.
Those days were not easy. But she held them close to her heart. She remembered the visit with her cousin Elizabeth. How Elizabeth’s child began kicking in the womb as they spoke. And she remembered that journey to Bethlehem. No rooms… Her labor began as they bedded down in a cave. She felt those labor pains… as strongly as she felt the present pain in her chest. She refocused… shepherds… more angels began to speak: “Do not be afraid, for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy which will be to all people.”
Then she remembered the star… the magi, and the gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh that sustained the three of them as they fled to Egypt. The memories were coming fast now… in sharp flashes as her chest continued to burn. She recalled His childhood, and the time they found Him in the temple…. “Why did you seek Me? Did you not know that I must be about My Father’s business?”, he had asked them.
And then at the wedding when she asked Him for a miracle… He did not deny her, but said, “my time has not yet come”. Indeed… His time. The pain in her chest was strong now… a heavy, deep pressure. And she found herself at the foot of the Cross… “Woman, behold your son”, He said, looking at John. They would be the last words He spoke to her as her child.
The pain was deep, so deep now. She gasped for breath. She heard His final words… “Tetelestai!”, He said. "It is finished!"
She closed her eyes once more. It would be the last time. And then she whispered … “Behold the maidservant of the Lord. Let it be to me according to your word.” And though she could no longer speak or even open her eyes, she could feel the pain leaving her body. Mary, the mother of Jesus, was indeed blessed. She was going home. ❤