New International Version (NIV)
The Birth of Jesus Foretold
26 In the sixth month of Elizabeth’s pregnancy, God sent the angel Gabriel to Nazareth, a town in Galilee, 27 to a virgin pledged to be married to a man named Joseph, a descendant of David. The virgin’s name was Mary. 28 The angel went to her and said, “Greetings, you who are highly favored! The Lord is with you.”29 Mary was greatly troubled at his words and wondered what kind of greeting this might be. 30 But the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary; you have found favor with God. 31 You will conceive and give birth to a son, and you are to call him Jesus. 32 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, 33 and he will reign over Jacob’s descendants forever; his kingdom will never end.”
34 “How will this be,” Mary asked the angel, “since I am a virgin?”
35 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[a] the Son of God. 36 Even Elizabeth your relative is going to have a child in her old age, and she who was said to be unable to conceive is in her sixth month. 37 For no word from God will ever fail.”
38 “I am the Lord’s servant,” Mary answered. “May your word to me be fulfilled.” Then the angel left her.
Today's Seeds:
Happy Mother's Day to all you mothers out there! This Sunday we are celebrating mothers and all they do for us, all they put up with from us and all they mean to us.
Relationships with moms can be difficult, guilt ridden and demanding. These relationships can also bring great stability, wisdom and love beyond self.
The scripture chosen for today's blog is not what you will hear in worship this Sunday. This Sunday we will be hearing accounts of different women in our faith history. I chose this passage from Luke because it is the start of the Christian faith.
I remember when I received the news about my first child-I was ecstatic! We had been trying to start a family and the possibilities were limitless. The nine months seemed to start slowly and drag on-full of excitement of the way things might be for our new family. We made plans for getting to the hospital, plans for introducing our new gift from God to our family and friends, plans to move out of the city and find a place with good schools and safe neighborhoods. We made plans about plans based on plans.
But no amount of planning could prepare me for the reality of holding that little helpless baby for the first time. All the possibilities for this precious life flashed in my mind-once the epidural wore off :)
I imagined him growing tall, gaining intelligence, making friends and eventually starting a life and family of his own. I imagined all the times we would play, learn, go and grow throughout my life.
Now, ten years later, the possibilities are still flashing in my mind-but also I now have the reality of how difficult it is to be a child in this world actually is. I also see the reality of how challenging it is watching my baby navigate the difficult waters of adolescence, social relationships and learning who and what they are about and how to use it best in this world. There is nothing that breaks my heart faster than hearing my beautiful, sweet little boy say he has no friends, everyone makes fun of him and he doesn't know what is wrong with him.
When I think about how difficult it is to grow and raise a child, I often find reassurance in the story of Mary. Mary was practically a child herself when she received the news of having her own very special child. Despite the unusual beginning of her pregnancy, I imagine that Mary made plans for her family much as we do. I'm sure she imagined her boy growing up, learning a trade, maybe taking a wife and making her a very happy grandmother. She knew He was special-a unique gift from God, but I wonder if she made plans for his schooling, training or even took steps to ensure his future direction.
But then Jesus accepted a call from God to live the mission He was sent to complete-die for our sins in the most brutal of fashions. I can only imagine, as a mother, this was probably not the path Mary would have chosen for her son. Watching Him leave his home and his future, speaking out publicly against bigwigs and leaders in towns and cities, and allowing himself to be tried, tortured and killed for reasons she did not understand. I keep thinking of the myriad of the feelings Mary might have had to hide-the worry, the anxiety, the frustration that we mom's can feel watching our children grow and make "mistakes" in their lives.
Yet, Jesus made no mistakes. He lived His calling with passion and direction. So how hard do you think it was for Mary to watch her baby boy be brutalized and die? This Mother's Day, I want to remember that the journey my kids are embarking upon may not be the one I chose for them-it may be no where close to the plans and dreams I have for them. And that the walk they have started may not go smoothly-there may be hurt and despair in their lives.
I need to remember that the relationship they are developing with God through their church community will allow them to love themselves, know support and purpose and give them confidence to walk where God sends them-regardless of the danger or how I feel about it.
I chose this video because watching my children hurt is the hardest thing I do as a mother. I truly hoped to save my children from the pains of adolescence-but I know that is impossible. All I can do is allow them to express their hurts, share their joys, teach them in Christ's love and support their ideas and actions regardless of what it does to me.
Thank you God for my children and help them know You and live their plans through You. May your loving relationship provide them peace in their struggles. Amen.