A sweet friend today shared in conversation that a Bible study she and her husband are going to has brought a greater Christ-focus to this Christmas season, an unexpected emotional and spiritual experience. In turn, I told her that I was nearly overcome with tears at the Gospel processional, so deeply moving did I find the words, the music, and the sentiment. Whether it’s by the year, season, or hour, the ebb and flow of our Godly focus varies greatly.
This day when the visitation of Mary is shared, I feel the tenderness radiate through the entire service. The femininity and tenderness intertwine with the strength and reality of what is and is to come. Mary answered God’s call with a willingness to serve. As our priest this morning put it, most of us can relate to an “Oh-crap-what-have-I-done” moment when the reality of our servitude sinks in. No such moments are related in Mary’s tale, but knowing what we do of the society and culture she lived in, her pregnancy and unwed status were scandalous (not entirely unlike today). Surely even the mother of Christ had doubts.
We are human. We doubt and question. Then the pendulum swings, and we rejoice and praise. I have a feeling that the trajectory isn’t linear. I imagine the circle being traced again and again, though at different levels. Sometimes we might stall, but often once we are set in motion, we keep going, following our path.
May we carry on in God’s will with the faith and willingness of Mary, blessed with a good mother’s love.