As I write this, the song "Mary Did You Know?" is playing. I wonder what it must have been like for Mary. She was so young when she learned she would carry a child. Not only was she to have a child, he was to be God's own son. I'm eighteen, and the thought of being faced with such news sends mixed emotions. She probably felt frightened by the knowledge, felt anxious as she awaited her child's birth, and felt joy upon seeing the little boy in her arms at last. Some people look at Mary as being someone extraordinary. She was, considering she was chosen by God to give birth to the Savior of all mankind, but she was also a human girl. She had emotions.
Christmas celebrates Christs birth, but it is also a time when I remember why He was born. With that thought in mind, I wanted to write a little something that acknowledged both His birth and crucifixion. I know its not necessarily original, but it is mine, and I think that counts for something. This is just a reflection on what it might have been like for Mary, who raised and loved Jesus as her son, to see his death. Also, the last four paragraphs are intended to be slightly chaotic in style. I dont think my thoughts would have been rational at that time. Again, its all assumption on my part, but it makes me appreciate Christmas more.
This is not meant to be morbid. It is just meant to remind us of Gods amazing ability to use situations we dont understand for our own good and His glory. We just have to trust His timing and His decisions. He is God and we are not.
Merry Christmas, and may God bless you with His love and Christ's sacrifice.