Mary Held Her Gift Baby

GodReflection: It’s a Boy—We Worship the Gift Baby

gary-2015If I were to create a “Cloud of Witnesses” Mary would be near the top. Truth is, she has been somewhat of a supporting character on the pages of my Bible. My church claimed the apostle Peter and his baptism sermon but maybe we assumed Mary was Catholic property rather than one of the greats of our faithful.

However, Mary was one remarkable young lady, perhaps only a teenager when God called. When Gabriel announced she was to become the mother of a child miraculously father by God her response of “I am the Lord’s servant, may your word to me be fulfilled,” set a high mark of holy trust.

mary7My guess is Mary’s most precious moments were those spent with her gift baby in her arms. Twice Luke shares the insight that Mary treasured and pondered all that God was doing. When she looked at the gift baby in her lap that would bless the world, the smile that formed on her face must have flowed straight to her heart.

Luke is the only Gospel that shares Gabriel’s visit with the young girl. The account speaks volumes about the God-heart of this special youth selected to be Jesus’ mother.

I wonder if she sang to him her song as she gazed upon his little face? Don’t you wish we still had the original tune?

mary4“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 . . . for the Mighty One has done great things for me—holy is his name . . .” (Luke 1:46-49).

Listen anew to the testimony shared with every generation of the last two-thousand-plus years:

God sent the angel Gabriel to Nazareth, a town in Galilee, to a virgin pledged to be married to a man named Joseph, a descendant of David. The virgin’s name was Mary. The angel went to her and said, “Greetings, you who are highly favored! The Lord is with you.” Mary was greatly troubled at his words and wondered what kind of greeting this might be.

But the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary; you have found favor with God. You will conceive and give birth to a son, and you are to call him Jesus. He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his father David, and he will reign over Jacob’s descendants forever; his kingdom will never end.”

“How will this be,” Mary asked the angel, “since I am a virgin?” The angel answered, “The Holy Spirit will come on you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. So the holy one to be born will be called the Son of God . . . For no word from God will ever fail.”

“I am the Lord’s servant,” Mary answered. “May your word to me be fulfilled.” Then the angel left her (Luke 1:26-38).

With a promise like this straight from an angel sent by God is it any wonder that the new mother would treasure and ponder?

giftbaby10What must she have felt every hour of the day as she witnessed the one whom she wrapped in cloths and placed in a manger, grow into a young man who taught, healed and love with Godly Perfection?

It was this mother who held her baby, loved and nurtured him. It was this mother who stood with a broken heart and wept at the crucifixion.

After the resurrection Mary joined constantly in prayer with her children—his brothers, the women who were her friends, the apostle and other believers as they “prayed in” the church at Pentecost. The church would serve as Jesus’ presence once again on planet earth.

The little God/baby Mary held in her arms, we too can hold in our heart. Shouldn’t that one fact of access cause me to celebrate the birth of the gift baby?

Stay tuned.

Dr. Gary J. Sorrells

A GodReflection: Mary Held Her Gift Baby

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