But Mary treasured up all these things
and pondered them in her heart.
How do we find solitude in the midst of what easily becomes a hectic Christmas season?
Hush frenzied thoughts?
Incline hearts and minds to the voice of God?
And fight with William Wallace-worthy fervor for silent and holy moments?
Sweetly placed among a wild flurry of undeniably excited shepherds who’d been honored to receive the long-awaited news of the Messiah’s arrival — Captive Israel finally ransomed — there was Mary.
A chapter earlier, in Luke 1:28-33, God sent His messenger angel, Gabriel, to inform Mary of His divine plan and her key role in it.
He didn’t say,
Hey Mary. God thinks you’d be the ideal candidate to house the Savior. Think on that a bit and get back with us when you’ve made a decision. Thanks. Gabe.
No. Gabriel delivered God’s purpose in the declarative.
And then, in short order, Mary was given the facts.
“You will be with child and give birth to a son, and you are to give Him the name Jesus. 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, and He will reign over the house of Jacob forever. His kingdom will never end.” (Luke 1:31-33)
An announcement to trump all others, kissed by Divine decree.
Once fulfilled, the shepherds hurried to see, then hastened off again to spread the news.
Now that December has arrived, skittering all over my schedule, threatening to upend peace, how do I achieve the heart of Mary?
One who treasures up and ponders — in direct opposition to a world buzzing with information, good news or not? A month stuffed with too much activity, worthwhile or not?
One who chooses to silence the din of December though its clock ticks the minutes until the 25th?
Hurry! Sale ends today!
Sign up for appetizers and two sides!
Supplies limited! Get it now!
Don’t be a scrooge. Volunteer to feed the homeless!
The perfect gift. Don’t wait. These won’t last!
The tree, the lights, the presents, the menu!
The shepherds’s enthusiastic response wasn’t wrong. The little town of Bethlehem needed those God-appointed messengers because the good news had come!
Don’t you know, once they beheld the Messiah, they had to have stood silent, eyes flared in wonder, sandaled feet still beside their staffs…treasuring up and pondering the reality that lay in the animal’s feed box before them.
Don’t you know, once the Shepherds beheld the Messiah, they had to have stood silent, eyes flared in wonder, sandaled feet still beside their staffs…treasuring up and pondering the reality that lay in the animal’s feed box before them.
A peaceful ‘But Mary’ moment.
Whatever December has in store, join me in carving out frequent ‘But Mary’ moments to treasure up and ponder the significance of God coming to earth. And may His presence bring your soul the peace, rest and comfort it needs.