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Mary, Mother of God

Just now as I listened to my Christmas station on Pandora while doing some desk work, I heard a song that I’ve heard many times, but apparently never really listened to the meaning behind the words.  Or maybe as we are expecting the birth of a granddaughter any moment, the very anticipation shaded the song a new color for me.  I believe the singer was Michael W. Smith, but I’m not even certain of that.  At any rate, the words that grabbed me were something like this:  “Go to sleep my…little one?”  Shoot!  I can’t even recall the exact words, but it was basically saying, “Go to sleep my little one and rest.  I know You are God Almighty, but for just this moment, just be my little baby.”

Suddenly I saw Mary in a whole new light.  Even though it makes a sweet song, the truth is that even for one moment as a newborn baby, Jesus was NEVER less than GOD!  He did not become God as He grew, or even on the cross.  He was never just an innocent tiny baby to be nurtured and loved as a normal child—not even for that moment.  How Mary must have ached with this knowledge.  He was never really hers to teach and to train and to love.  Yes, He was a child to be fed and clothed, but from the moment of conception He was different.  He was, and still is, GOD!

Every mother that holds her newborn child in her arms knows that precious being is filled with potential, even potential to change the world around it.  But Mary held her child knowing He would not only change the world and mankind, He had created the world!  I cannot fathom that.  And I wonder, did she know how much He would suffer?  Did she comprehend the sacrifice He would make?

Christmas has always been a joyful yet solemn day for me, but suddenly today it took on new meaning.  It’s as though my mother-heart has been filled with a new gift.  I suddenly don’t just enjoy and honor this day as the birthday of our Lord and Savior—it is also a day of honoring Mary’s huge sacrifice.

When Mary visited her relative, Elizabeth, she responded to Elizabeth’s greeting with these words:  “My soul glorifies the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for he has been mindful of the humble state of his servant.  From now on all generations will call me blessed, for the Mighty One has done great things for me—holy is his name.”  (Luke 1:46b-49 NIV)

My question is this:  Do we truly reverence Mary as the mother of God?  Do we give her the homage and honor she so deserves?  Are we calling her ‘blessed’?  I confess that I have been very lax in this area.  But as of today, that will change.  As I stand before my little crèche and see the representation of that holy night, I will thank God for Mary’s servant heart.  And pray that my own heart will be touched by hers.

Thank you, ‘blessed’ Mary!P1010917


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