A Thousand Words— to us!

Annunciation of the Virgin Birth

For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. Isaiah 9:6

Pages of promises and prophecies were written and fulfilled in plain sight… Joy defeats fear. Hope subdues despair. Belief overcomes doubt. Life conquers death. A thousand words — to us! God had spoken many times about His love. He had been quite clear. The birth. The beating. The crucifixion. The death. The resurrection. A thousand songs gently wrapped in a single verse. Yet we were still quick to doubt, quick to fear, quick to hate. For we still had gaps in our lives left by the death of loved ones; left by years of broken promises; left by uninvited tears — and tears —the complex narrative of human fabric.

Now the very hands that had fashioned the world ached from wrestling with his mother’s discomfort. Wrestling with her apprehension. Wrestling with her body. There was fatigue and love in his voice as he spoke softly to the ribs he had used to fashion her. Still the waves of pain threatened to undo her. There was no resting now. No time for catching her breath. No time to consider her own trepidation. Mary knew more than a thousand words. As a mother, she knew the depth and power of her child’s identity. As a woman, she knew the uncomfortable circumstances of this birth. Why her first-born son would not have her husband’s name. Why she had no dreams for her own child. Why he instead had dreams for her and all humanity. She was young and inexperienced and felt alone and ill-prepared. Her tears were not those of an expecting mother. Her tears were those of a grieving widow. And when the baby heard his mother’s cry amidst the pangs of birth, he asked God the Father to lift him up so he might release her from her pain… and at that very moment his head pressed forth into the night air; burst forth to bless the world.

He had moved from his restful home in heaven into the womb of the human soul. Suddenly all walking in darkness saw the great light. All living in the land of the shadow of death witnessed the day glory dawned. He looked out at the world and his compassion enlarged the nations borders and increased their joy. The humble planned a celebration. The religious prepared a crucifixion. The yoke that burdened all mankind, the bar across their shoulders, and the rod of their oppressor was shattered.

Now He who possessed the power to heal and make whole, who rules over time and space, held his mother in his arms. And the exhaustion of Mary finally agreed to sleep. Her distress finally yielded to peace. With exhaustion and love in his voice he tenderly looked up at her peaceful resting face and lovingly whispered a thousand words — to us!

Merry Christmas!





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One comment on “A Thousand Words— to us!

  1. Wendy says:

    This is so tender, so beautiful and overflowing with love that it leaves me without words and fills me with the most amazing and glorious joy and tears for depth of His love…the knowledge that He holds each of us with the same loving tenderness today.

    Thank you for your tender and open heart made available to share His heart! May His abundant blessing flow over you like a rich fragrant oil enfolding you in His Glory.

    Merry CHRISTmas! May the love, joy and peace found in that day so many years ago be with you today and always!

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