Christmas is upon us. It’s the time of year we reflect on who Jesus is as we celebrate His birth. December is filled with 30 days of remembering our incredible Savior that came upon this earth from the Virgin Mary. He was born in a stable and put in a manger. They named Him Emmanuel, God with us, obeying the angel that visited Joseph in a dream.
I can take this blog post and talk about how we should be in constant communion with Him 365 days of the year. I can discuss the beautiful name of Emmanuel and how God truly is with us. But, my mind dwells on Mary, the mother of Jesus.
Mary birthed a child in what generations today think is so young; she was between 14-16 years of age. To have an angel, Gabriel, visit you and tell you not only have you found favor with God but that you will also birth a son who will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High (Luke 1:26-38). She had purpose; she had a plan.
But God didn’t share with her the rest of the story that night. Where her son would be mocked and spat on. Where he would be tempted and tried yet without sin. Where her son would endure blood stains and walk the Via Dolorosa. Where He would be nailed to a cross for the worlds sins; generations after generations.
I’m glad He didn’t.
Any mother would not want the pain and suffering for any child, let alone their own, that her son would have to endure.
The next few days leading to Christmas, I want to talk with you more about Mary. Let’s talk about her bravery and sacrifice she made as a mother. How she had to let go and let God. Grab your mom friends and let’s talk about this one-of-a-kind mother who made the ultimate sacrifice.
What does the birth of Jesus mean to you? When you think of Mary, what do you think about?