Tonight, I had the privilege of attending RUF (Reformed University Fellowship). We were presented a "sermon" or lesson over the story of Jesus' birth. It was a much different approach than any I had ever heard before.
The part that sticks out the most in my mind, though, is that of Mary. Having been thru all that comes with pregnancy (teenage pregnancy might I add), the nastiness (truth hurts) of labor and the struggle of a newborn.. my heart literally, truly, utterly aches for sweet, innocent Mary.
I honestly cannot fathom the thought of literally being told that I would be with child knowing I was a virgin. I cannot fathom the thought of traveling to a crowded inn to have my child.. and then being thrown into a stable to do such a thing as labor? Are you kidding? With stinky, nasty animals surrounding me? Cannot fathom the nervousness and anxiousness that Mary must have felt to know that her newborn would be a Savior to all of the people, as it is written in Luke. All moms are rather biased to their children... but really? You're telling me that I am to birth the One who will save THE people, like my people, your people.. ALL THE people. Whoa, angel, whoa. Not me. (see, just wouldn't rock with me)
But, oh.... blessed Mary...
It is just an amazing story that God literally came down in the flesh as the Savior Jesus Christ and CHOSE to be born the way He was--the beauty of the mess...in the filthiness of a stable outside of a crowded inn, child of a scared, timid, young virgin....
Oh, Mary... Bless you.
What an awesome post! I loved your personal insight into Mary's birth experience :)
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