There is usually nothing too calm about the birthing process.
When I gave birth to my own babies, there was a lot of sighing and hissing and also screaming, especially with my first one.
It was a new and painful experience. I also remember being scared and exhausted.
But after the fight came calm. After the noise, came calm. The baby calmed down and so did I. When we first met and those little fingers closed around mine and baby’s breath brushed my skin, I was in love. Instantly and completely in love.
I can only imagine that Mary had a similar, but quite different, experience when the Savior of the world was born. I never once believed that Mary was spared from forced labor because she was the chosen mother of Christ. I think she’s been through it all, the pain, the fear, the exhaustion.
And also, the joy, wonder and excitement. As she marveled at his ten fingers and ten toes, she surely marveled too, that he was the Christ.
Her baby breath must have whispered to her maternal heart that clear, cold night as she held him in her arms. It was hers, but also ours. She probably knew, even then, that she wouldn’t keep Him, that she couldn’t keep Him. But during those precious few moments, all was calm, all was calm, all was well with the world.
I think God knew Mary needed those quiet moments with her little boy. Deep in her heart, she must have been well aware that she was in the presence of the Lord.
Perhaps she heard God the Father whisper words of assurance to her that all was well. It speaks calmly in our minds when we need it most. And he often speaks louder when he speaks quietly. In order to hear his soft voice, we have to calm down.
Then a great and mighty wind tore the mountains and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire had a soft whisper. “I Kings 19: 11b-12
During those sweet and calm moments of presentation, when Mary fell in love with her newborn son, did she know that she would one day fall at his feet while he was suspended from a cross?
It was perhaps too difficult to understand at the moment. But, let’s not lose it for us today.
Christ was born to die. For you. To me.
His cries pierced the silent night over 2,000 years ago when the Word became flesh. The sound was heard by Mary and Joseph, God the Father and an army of heavenly angels. The world has been changed forever.
God’s perfect plan for his perfect Son was unfolding in an imperfect world. What happened that night in Bethlehem was for us. For you. To me.
This Christmas season, let us calm us down so that its soft whisper can be heard amid the cries of a world in chaos. The world can be shattered and shattered, but rest assured, for he has come quietly to save us all.
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