As we approach Christmas and remember “the reason for the season”, I think back to the time when this poem and reflection were written nearly 10 years ago. Thinking about Mary, I wondered what she thought of all the simple, special and amazing events. As a Jew, waiting for the Messiah, she must have been awed and humbled to know she was especially chosen by God to bear the “Son of the Most High,” (Luke 1:31), the “Son of God.” (Luke 1:35) Even as the angel explained, and Mary accepted God’s will on her life, did she truly understand the significance of the life she would give birth to?  And out of my ponderings, came these words. 

The precious little baby whose birth we again celebrate grew up with a purpose.  I’ve wondered what it would have been like to have watched His life unfold.  We have the advantage of looking backward with Scripture in hand.  Mary would have known the old Jewish prophecies from the past which looked to a future Messiah.  And I wonder what her life was like as she watched her little boy grow into manhood.

But first, what did Mary think when told by an angel that she had found favor with God... that she would conceive and give birth to a son…before she was even married?  What would everyone in town think of her?!  After all, it was a punishable offense to be pregnant before marriage; she could be stoned to death!  What did she think on hearing this angel say that her son’s kingdom would never end?  (Luke 1:26-38)  Yet, Mary willingly gave of her life, telling the angel, “I am the Lord’s servant.  May it be as you have said.”  (Luke 1:38)  Later, she sang a beautiful tribute of praise to God, which we call The Magnificat:   “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...”  (Luke 1:46-48) 

And in Matthew 1:18-25, we learn that after Mary informed Joseph she was pregnant, he decided to divorce her quietly and to not make a public spectacle of her.  He loved her that much.  But an angel appeared to him in a dream and told him not to be afraid to take Mary as his wife, and to name her son Jesus, “because he will save his people from their sins.” 

Still, it must have been hard for both Joseph and Mary to deal with the community at large as all their neighbors knew of her pregnancy before their actual marriage had taken place.  What courage and faith it must have taken on their parts to follow God so explicitly while others may very well have talked behind their backs.  May I be granted even a fraction of that kind of faith to follow my Lord.

Can you imagine what Mary thought when shepherds sought them out to see their son in the stable… because the angels had told them they would find Him there.  And what did she think later when three wise men from the east showed up at their home… bearing gifts for her child… gifts fit for a king?  Luke 2:19 tells us she kept these things in her heart and pondered all that had taken place. What did Mary really think about as she watched her son grow up? 

What were her thoughts during a time she and Joseph couldn’t find Jesus?  When Passover celebrations concluded in Jerusalem, the family began walking back home.  After a bit of time had passed, they realized their oldest son wasn’t with them.  Oh no!  Where could He be?  I can just imagine the fear in their hearts as they casually and then frantically searched among the crowd.  Not finding their son anywhere, they turned back towards the city with heavy hearts.  He had to be around somewhere… but, where?  He couldn’t just disappear! 

Eventually, they found him – teaching in the synagogue.  And here these men, the Rabbis, the leaders of the synagogue, sat in rapt attention listening to all that this young lad, their son, had to say!  My word!  He was only 12 years old!  I’m sure they must have been just a little perturbed at his having caused them so much concern.  When they told him to come home, he replied, “Don’t you know I must be about my Father’s business?”  Hmmm… they must have thought that was quite an odd reply.  His dad, Joseph, was a carpenter, not a rabbi.  Did his parents realize Jesus meant his heavenly Father’s business? 

This was just the beginning of Jesus’ unusual life and ministry.  What he did, how he grew up, where he studied… these are all unknown to us, but not to his mother.  Dear Mary must have watched with pride as her little boy, now a grown man, had quite a following.  People eagerly came to hear him and came to be healed, with many healed miraculously.  Nothing like this had ever happened before!  And though there were people who were not pleased with her son’s ministry, still, the majority seemed to listen closely to every word he said. 

What were her thoughts as she watched her son’s special life unfold while she raised her other children?  What did she think about when her first-born son was despised and rejected, and then crucified like a common criminal? The anguish she must have suffered as tears flowed down her face. And what were her thoughts on learning her son had risen from the grave, just as He had said!  Did she realize then that He truly was God… that He was the promised Messiah to save us from our sins… and that her son was her Savior, too?  And did she understand that this was why He was born?  I’m sure she must have recalled His words, “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish but have everlasting life”! (John 3:16)  For this is why Jesus, her precious baby boy, was born.  This is why we celebrate Christmas!  Oh, the joy of it all!

To Be Mary…

Linda A. Roorda

What was it like to be Mary…

A betrothed young woman

Not yet married but promised,

As she carried the stigma

Of unplanned pregnancy.

 

What was it like to be Mary…

To wonder at this baby boy

Foretold by visiting angel,

To love the Lord, her God

And follow His will without question.

 

What was it like to be Mary…

Giving birth to her child

In a stable among animals,

And to gaze in wonder

On the life of her precious son, Jesus.

 

What was it like to be Mary…

To find her son teaching

Scholars trained and wiser than He,

To wonder and ponder

At His knowledge beyond their ken.

 

What was it like to be Mary…

To follow crowds of people

Who looked for healing and comfort,

Observing her son’s miracles

With His divine words of wisdom.

 

What was it like to be Mary…

To watch her son teach and minister

As He was loved yet despised,

Revered yet rejected,

Fully God and yet fully man.

 

What was it like to be Mary…

To watch her son be crucified

As He paid for our sin with His life,

But then to see Him risen,

Our lives redeemed for eternity!

 

What was it like to be Mary…

To know her Son was born for this

To think He’d save the world

But not in the way she’d hoped

For His life was given that others might live.