Advent Reflections: Mary

My oldest two children came into our family as a foster-to-adopt placement. We were told that their biological dad was not in the picture and mom would not be able to get custody. They were foster children that would be available for adoption soon.

James was three and a half. Jasmine had just turned two. We welcomed them into our family and took them into our hearts. They quickly became our children.

Then their bio dad came back into the picture. A good-hearted man who simply did not have the resources–internally speaking–to care well for his children. But he tried. Sort of. He put in enough effort that about a year after James and Jasmine came to live with us, the judge sent them back to live with him.

This is the point in my life when I heard the voice of God more clearly than I ever had before–or since. God told me: “James and Jasmine will be all right.”

And I believed God’s words. I didn’t know if “all right” meant that their bio dad would get his act together and manage to be a good father. Or if “all right” meant that they would come back to us. But during that heart-wrenching time, I leaned into the promise that my children would be all right.

And a few agonizing months later, their bio dad relinquished his parental rights and they came back to us. At the time I thought, “Yes. The promise was true. They are all right.”

But now they are both teenagers, and I cling to that promise more than ever. Through screaming fights and silent treatments. Through school troubles and friend troubles. Through counseling sessions and appendicitis and school dances. I still need to lean into the promise: “James and Jasmine will be all right.”

Ink, paper, and tape transfer collage by Joanna Harader.

Ink, paper, and tape transfer collage by Joanna Harader.

I imagine Mary, hearing those words from God in the midst of her own heart-wrenching moment: “Do not be afraid.” She must have clung desperately to this command/promise from God as her hands shook and her heart pounded in the angel’s presence.

“Do not be afraid.” Surely it is this promise that gets her from “How shall this be?” to “I am the Lord’s servant.” And it may be this promise that gets her through the morning sickness and the back aches; through the scornful glances in the marketplace, the shut doors, the guarded whispers, the turned backs.

“Do not be afraid.” I imagine these words carried her through the beginning contractions; through the frantic search for some place–any place–to stay for the night; through the intensifying labor pains to the birth of the bloody, squalling baby.

But I am beginning to understand that the angel’s words were not just for the annunciation, the pregnancy, the birth. I have a feeling Mary grabbed at these words all through her life; forced her ears to again hear the voice; coerced her heart to listen and believe: “Do not be afraid.”

When her husband led her and the baby away from home and into Egypt.

When Simeon said, “A sword will pierce your own soul, too.”

When she was a day’s journey away from Jerusalem and suddenly realized that Jesus was not with them.

When her son spoke harshly to her in front of his new-found audience.

When she felt the tension in the festival air and saw her son riding into Jerusalem on a donkey, the people waving branches and placing their coats on the ground.

When she heard, “This is my body. This is my blood.”

When she saw her body, her blood–her son–hanging on a cross. Dead at the hands of Roman officials.

How often did Gabrielle’s words echo in Mary’s memory: “Do not be afraid”?

How deeply was she able to trust them?

What stubborn words from God pound in your heart during these weeks of Advent waiting?

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*You can find another reflection on the story of the Annunciation here.

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7 thoughts on “Advent Reflections: Mary

  1. Thank you for this, Joanna. I have been dwelling on Psalm 139 and thinking of Mary throughout her pregnancy, and as a mother trying to raise her child into adulthood, then to watch him suffer and die, while clinging to the knowledge of God’s presence with her. (That’s a terrible run-on sentence, but the thought is still there.)

    • It is interesting how I relate to Mary differently in different stages of my life. The connection with Psalm 139 is nice. We may use that as our Old Testament reading this Sunday!

  2. Bless you. My stepson is 23, and I’m so grateful, because he IS all right, doing well in fact. There were certainly years that I didn’t know that would be true. You are in my prayers.

    • Always nice to hear from those who have come through the years of teenage parenting. Your words and prayers are part of God’s reassurance. Thanks.

  3. Well said, Joanna. I like it when personal “story” drives the message. It brings the truth of experience. Can’t debate that kind of truth.

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