Watch, Wait, Wonder -- Part 4


Now in a small town in Galilee, no one ever heard of, lived a girl equally unknown. She was engaged to be married to an honorable man. Though, like many, she waited for the Lord’s salvation, little did she know that God’s plan of rescue would grow in her womb. 

The first inkling her life would not follow the path she laid out for herself came when an angel appeared. The angel Gabriel told the girl, Mary, 

“You will conceive and give birth to a son. Name him Jesus for he will save his people from their sins.” The angel also visited Mary’s betrothed, Joseph, and told him to not be afraid to take Mary as his wife. 

God’s long silence was broken. He was revealing his plan. 

“When the fulness of time had come, God sent His son, born of a woman, born under the law to redeem those who were under the law, so that we might receive adoption as sons.” Gal. 4:4

God’s desire is to restore His broken relationship with mankind. He loves us and wants us to be his sons and daughters. And so, He made the perfect loving gesture - He offered himself.

Soon the time came for the baby in Mary’s womb to be be born. It is hard for us to picture what Mary went through that night. Tradition clouds our view of what type of accommodations Mary and Joseph were living in. Speculation muddies the waters of who would have been present. 

The truth lies somewhere along this line: The streets and guest rooms of Bethlehem were full to bursting with men and women from King David’s line. No completely suitable resting place was available for this young couple. 

However, Mary likely did not labor on her own. I can’t imagine a town full of Joseph’s kin, who also would be from the line of King David, would have allowed that to happen. 

I imagine busy aunties giving their advice and telling tales of “When I had my first child…” Perhaps even Joseph’s own mother was in attendance - but now I am delving into speculation too.

However the miraculous event came to be, by morning, Mary was swaddling a newborn. 

A son. 

The heavens rang out with an Angel choir “Hosanna in the Highest! Peace on Earth!” The streets rang out with the praises of shepherds who gave glory to God. And, in a quieter place - after all the aunties shushed the visitors - Mary nursed her newborn son.

What would that have been like? To hold God in your arms and brush your fingertips across his face? To sing Him a lullaby each night? To talk to Him without barriers? 

Mary treasured all these things in her heart.

On that holy night, God’s perfect love was made manifest to us. And yet, God still said 




I am going to do something you will not understand. I am going to restore our relationship."