I love being a Mom. I remember the time I held my two children in my arms for the first time. Those memories don’t fade. Counting fingers and toes and touching their hair for the first time.. precious memories.
I think of Mary, Jesus Mom. She was a young woman, so much of life she didn’t know yet. When God looked at her he saw so much more than her age, or beauty, He saw her heart and knew she was to carry and raise His son as a man. He chose her to be the mother of His son… she found favour with God.
“And the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God. And behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall call his name Jesus.” Luke 1: 30, 31
I can’t imagine how she must have felt knowing that God had chosen her to carry His son, and to be the one chosen to be part of the fulfillment of the promised Messiah. The song “Mary do you know” has a part in it that says “When you kiss your little baby, you kiss the face of God”. That brings the goose bumps every time I listen to the song and think of the impact of those words. When she held Jesus, and counted his toes, and fingers and touched His hair, she was in the presence of the one we would one day call Saviour.
She didn’t wear the honour bestowed upon her as a lantern to bring attention to herself, she poured herself into praise of God and humility that He would choose her. This is part of the Magnificat, the song of praise by Mary:
“And Mary said, “My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for he who is mighty has done great things for me, and holy is his name.” Luke 1:46,47
Her eyes were on God in full surrender and praise. She fully trusted Him to guide her and Joseph in the raising of Jesus. She had no idea the things Jesus would face and the death that would be the instrument that God would use to bring each of us the opportunity of salvation. She didn’t know, but she watched and was faithful to be by His side not only in his birth, but in His death.
“When the soldiers had crucified Jesus, they took his garments and divided them into four parts, one part for each soldier; also his tunic.[a] But the tunic was seamless, woven in one piece from top to bottom, so they said to one another, “Let us not tear it, but cast lots for it to see whose it shall be.” This was to fulfill the Scripture which says, “They divided my garments among them, and for my clothing they cast lots.”So the soldiers did these things, but standing by the cross of Jesus were his mother and his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. When Jesus saw his mother and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he said to his mother, “Woman, behold, your son!” Then he said to the disciple, “Behold, your mother!” And from that hour the disciple took her to his own home. After this, Jesus, knowing that all was now finished, said (to fulfill the Scripture), “I thirst.” A jar full of sour wine stood there, so they put a sponge full of the sour wine on a hyssop branch and held it to his mouth. When Jesus had received the sour wine, he said, “It is finished,” and he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.” John 19:23-30
Jesus must have loved His mother so much! He knew her heart and would see in her eyes the pain of watching her son, God’s son be tortured in this way. He loved her enough to ask the disciple to take His mom in as his own mom.
When you listen to the song Mary do you Know over the holidays, think of this beautiful baby and then think of the sacrifice He gave for you. He gave His life and suffered a criminals death. He rose from the dead and went to Heaven and left us the Holy Spirit to walk this life. He didn’t leave for good. One day He will return and for those that believe and trust and acknowledge He is Saviour and Lord will be in His presence for eternity. It takes faith to believe this. My prayer this Christmas season is that there will be many that will open their hearts and lives and take this step of faith to believe Jesus and the gift He gave, that began that first Christmas Day.
Hugs n’ Prayers