omen clucked their tongues. Girls whispered and giggled. Conversations
stopped suddenly when Mary appeared. Unless human nature has changed greatly
in two thousand years, the Mother of Jesus must have experienced these
humiliations.
Perhaps she wanted to shout, "I've done nothing wrong. The child
in me is holy, conceived by the power of the Holy Spirit." What jeers
that would bring! And it would have involved endless explanations: "Well,
this angel appeared to me--yes, I was frightened--and he said, 'Greetings,
You who are highly favored! The Lord is with you.'--Of course I'm a peasant
girl, a nobody, that's what makes it so wonderful..."
No, it wasn't something she could talk about. She'd had an inkling it
would be like this when the angel first broke the news. "How can
these things be?" she had asked. "I've not slept with any guy."
But after he'd explained that this was going to be a special case, she
swallowed her fears and replied, "I am the Lord's servant. May it
be to me as you have said." May it be to me as you have said! Afterward,
she had walked alone with her secret. She could not say, "The child
I'm bearing will be great and called the Son of the Most High." The
villagers would call it blasphemy...stone her probably.
The first three months hadn't been so bad. She'd been able to hide her
condition, her morning sickness and swelling, by visiting her cousin Elizabeth
in the hills. Elizabeth understood if no one else did. That was a thing
to be wondered at--that the moment she burst into Elizabeth's home, unannounced,
Elizabeth had cried out in a loud voice, "Blessed are you among women
and blessed is the child you will bear! But why am I so favored, that
the mother of my Lord should come to me? As soon as the sound of your
greeting reached my ears, the baby in my womb leaped for joy. Blessed
is she who has believed that what the Lord has said to her will be accomplished!"
Those words tripped a flood of joy in Mary. Scriptures she had memorized
as a girl tumbled out of her mouth, forming a new poem:
"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..."
But the day came when she must show herself again in Nazareth. He was
waiting--Joseph was. She saw the shame in his eyes as they flicked across
her belly and noted the bulge that her loosest robe could no longer hide.
Did he think she had gotten herself pregnant by some passing soldier up
at Elizabeth's? Perhaps she tried to explain, but who could blame him
if he doubted her story? She could see in his eyes that he meant to annul
her betrothal to him. No doubt he would do it quietly. She knew him as
a godly, tender-hearted man; that was part of what attracted her to him.
Well, she would trust the Lord to make things come out right.
The Lord did. Joseph announced that he was moving up the date of their
marriage. The baby was to be named Jesus, he said. An angel had revealed
it to him.
Then came that awful census. Caesar Augustus was marking his twenty-fifth
anniversary as Emperor and it was also the 750th year since the founding
of Rome. Celebrations were planned. To honor Caesar, the entire populace
of the empire was to rise as one and name him Pater Patriae--"Father
of the Nation." To organize a huge, "spontaneous" demonstration
like that takes real planning. Every man had to be enrolled with his family
in his native town. Since Joseph was a descendant of David, that meant
a trek to Bethlehem. For Mary, as far pregnant as she was, the trip spelled
misery, but there was no getting around it. She would simply have to do
without hot baths and warm meals and endure the torture of a week-long
donkey ride. Augustus hadn't made pregnancy as an exclusion.
Bethlehem was jammed. Even in the cattle enclosure, the kataluma, where poorer people camped, there was no room. Mary went into labor but
there was no where for her to give birth. Did she wonder why God had not
made better arrangements? Finally Joseph found a place, a filthy animal
shelter, where she might be delivered in semi-privacy. There was nothing
to dress the babe in except strips of cloth.
Exhausted, she laid Jesus in a manger. But she wasn't to rest yet. Shepherds
poured out of the hills with a story of angels, and exclamations of joy.
Their words were reassurance to Mary's heart that the words Gabriel, spoken
so many months ago, were authentic. If Joseph had any lingering doubts,
this would set them to rest!
There were other words of confirmation. When they cicumcised Jesus and
offered the sacrifice prescribed by Moses, old Simeon, a temple prophet
cuddled the baby in his arms and fussed over him as the old will. But
Simeon's exclamations went beyond the ordinary: "Sovereign Lord,"
he exclaimed, "as you have promised, you now dismiss your servant
in peace. For my eyes have seen your salvation, which you have prepared
in the sight of all people, a light for revelation to the Gentiles and
for glory to your people Israel."
Handing the baby back to Mary, his tone turned dark. "This child
is destined to cause the falling and rising of many in Israel, and to
be a sign that will be spoken against, so that the thoughts of many hearts
will be revealed. And a sword will pierce your own soul, too."
He had hardly done speaking when a well-known prophetess, Anna, approached.
She exclaimed to anyone who would listen that this child would someday
redeem Jerusalem.
Bethlehem emptied. Joseph was finally able to hire a room. He found day
work and Mary nursed and cleaned Jesus, and took over household responsibilities.
The days lengthened into weeks, the weeks into months. Against the hum
drum of daily routine, the curiosities of the recent past faded. But mysteries
were not over. One night, men speaking a strange language arrived, saying
a star had guided them to this child. Mary watched amazed as they pulled
forth treasures from their bags: gold, incense, and ointment, gifts that
would go a long way toward easing the little family's poverty and establishing
them in a permanent residence. Matters seemed to be settling themselves.
The magi left. Mary tucked Jesus in and blew out the lard candle. Snuggled
beside Joseph, she fell asleep.
Suddenly Joseph shook her. "Get up quickly!" An angel had warned
him that Herod was dispatching soldiers to kill Jesus. Immediately Mary
knew in her heart that what Joseph said was true. In retrospect, the coming
of the magi so obviously added up to danger. If only those strangers had
known enough not to visit the palace! Under cloak of darkness, the trio
stole away from Bethlehem. If the magi had brought danger with them, at
least they had left behind travel-ready gifts, too. Even fugitives have
travel expenses; and once they reached Egypt, there would be rent to pay.
Herod died soon after. Joseph brought Mary back to Israel. They settled
in Nazareth because Herod's son Archaealus reigned over Bethlehem. He
was a chip off the old block and they preferred to keep out of harm's
way. Jesus seemed to attract trouble like corpses attract buzzards.
There was that time they went down for the feast of the Passover and
found him missing after they'd traveled a whole day's journey toward home.
They checked for him among their relatives, but he wasn't to be found.
Had bandits waylaid him? With fearful hearts they retraced their steps
to Jerusalem, asking questions, casting eyes left and right for any sign
of foul play, peering into ditches and ravines. Days later, they found
him--in the temple, stumping the teachers of the law. "Why have you
done this to us?" exclaimed Mary.
He seemed genuinely puzzled. "Didn't you realize I'd be in my father's
house?" Simeon's sword pricked her then. Jesus was as thoughtless
of parental feelings as any boy his age, and becoming independent, too.
Years later, however, it was she who gave him the final push into his
work. It happened at Cana in Galilee. Jesus had been working as a tekton --a builder--supporting her with his wages after Joseph died. As he neared
thirty, the age of final maturity, she had known that would change. And
it had. Like many other Galileans, he'd gone down to the Jordan to be
baptized by John, and now was back. He'd gathered a few followers and
it was evident he was planning to become a rabbi. He spoke of a mission
he had to fulfill, yet seemed to be holding back, as if uncertain when
and where to begin. Hesitation was not characteristic of him, for he was
a clear-headed man, quick to make the right decision. In the village and
at work, people turned to him for leadership.
So did Mary. If anyone could figure out a solution for an embarrassing
little problem that had cropped up, Mary was sure it was her son. She
crossed the room and told him the wine had run out. His answer was odd.
"Dear woman, why do you involve me? My time has not yet come."
What did he mean by My time has not yet come? What time? Mary wasn't to
be brushed off. She simply dumped the problem square in his lap. "Do
whatever he tells you," she told the servants and walked away. Next
thing she knew, everyone was commenting on the excellent wine. Rumors
circulated that it had been produced miraculously.
After that, Jesus left. For three years she'd hardly caught a glimpse
of him. Miracle followed miracle. He moved about healing people, forgiving
sins, and making statements that sounded as if he thought he was God.
Surely that could not be! He'd kicked like any other baby in the womb
and dirtied his diapers and had to be burped. Perhaps he was touched from
over-exertion. By all accounts, he was working night and day, not getting
the rest and food he needed. She worried. Bringing his brothers, she came
to speak with him, to take him home. But she couldn't even get near him
because the crowd was so dense. She sent a message through the crowd and
heard a roar of approval as her son made some kind of reply. "What
did he say?" she asked.
Someone repeated his words for her and she felt another stab from the
sword Simeon had predicted. "Who are my mother and brothers?"
he had asked. "Whoever does my father's will--they are my mother
and brothers." It pained her, not only because the crowds seemed
to mean more to him than she did, but because she knew there was a barbed
shaft in that message for his brothers. They were upright boys, but jealous
of Jesus.
That was the last time she interfered in any way with his ministry. Standing
at the foot of the cross she wondered if she'd been right to butt out.
Maybe, maybe she could have kept him from this... How it tormented her
heart to see him nailed up there, accused of crimes he would never have
dreamed of committing, he who did only good! Even now, from the cross,
he was reaching out to her with his eyes, arranging a place for her to
stay, away from the snide remarks of her sons who felt Jesus was only
getting what he deserved for overstepping himself. Blood had dried on
his face. His limbs were contorted as he writhed on the spikes, gasping
for a sip of air.
"It is finished," he cried, somehow gathering enough breath
to make his last cry. He sounded triumphant. And then he died. For several
moments she struggled to keep her footing as the earth shook. Rocks shattered
like stones exploding in a fireplace. And then she was clinging to the
other women, sobbing. Sad how this ex-harlot, this former demoniac understood
her sorrow better...was more of a family to her today than her own James
and Jude. At least her boy's death hadn't dragged on as long as some--those
other two were still groaning up there--poor fellows...
A few days later, everything changed. All the commonplaces stood on their
heads. Resurrected! Although still his mother, Mary became Christ's disciple.
His brothers, too, came around. Curiously, the private details that she
had so long been unable to share with anyone, the whole world now knew
as marvellous fact.
The church began to reverence Mary. Nations revered her. Next to Christ's
suffering, her humility became the prime example of obedient submission
to the divine will. In time, the church would quarrel over who and what
she had been. Did she remain a perpetual Virgin? Was she the result of
an immaculate conception? Some would call her the mother of God. Others
would deny it. Doctrines formed around her. Legend gathered.
Kings and emperors have mothers, and so did the son of God. In the final
analysis, it was as the mother of a needy, crying baby that Mary was most
important to the world.
IN HER OWN WORDS
My soul exalts the Lord,
And my spirit has rejoiced in God my Savior.
For he has had regard for the humble state of his bondslave;
For behold, from this time on all generations will count me blessed.
For the Mighty One had done great things for me; And holy is his name.
And his mercy is upon generation after generation
Toward those who fear him.
He has done mighty deeds with his arm;
He has scattered those who were proud in the thoughts of their heart.
He has brought down rulers from their thrones,
And has exalted those who were humble.
He has filled the hungry with good things;
And sent away the rich empty-handed.
He has given help to Israel his servant,
In remembrance of His mercy,
As he spoke to our fathers,
To Abraham and his offspring forever.
--Mary's Magnificat, New American Standard Bible
SOME ROLES ATTRIBUTED TO MARY
Blessed Virgin
Immaculate Conception
Mother of God
Queen of Heaven
Second Eve
