Often times I am asked, are you Jill’s mother, Daniel’s mother? And I smile, wide. Yes!
One of God’s greatest blessings is a child.
Jesus’ Mother. The Prince of Peace’s Mother. The Messiah’s Mother. The Son of God’s Mother. His Mother. The scriptures reference Mary as His mother multiple times. But the first person to acknowledge Mary as Jesus’ mother was her cousin Elisabeth, who was expecting her first child, her miracle child, John the Baptist.
Luke 1:42-43–And she spake out with a loud voice, and said, Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb. And whence is this to me, that the mother of my Lord should come to me?
And Mary beamed with joy and her praise poured out of her open heart like heavy rain.
Luke 1:46-55–And Mary said, My soul doth magnify the Lord. And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour. For He hath regarded the low estate of his handmaiden: for, behold, from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed. For He that is mighty hath done to me great things; and holy is his name. And his mercy is on them that fear him from generation to generation. He hath shewed strength with his arm; he hath scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts. He hath put down the mighty from their seats, and exalted them of low degree. He hath filled the hungry with good things; and the rich He hath sent empty away. He hath helped his servant Israel, in remembrance of his mercy; As he spake to our fathers, to Abraham, and to His seed forever.
There was dead silence in the room as spoke about getting down on her hands and knees cleaning up the child’s blood off the cold concrete leading into the home. She didn’t know how to console this mother whose child had died the day before in tragic accident right there in the family’s driveway. So she cleaned and she prayed and she cried.
The day before this mother carried her lifeless child into their home leaving a bloody trail of death. And this angel stood before an audience filled with Christ sisters that day and told how her own children should see her more on her knees in prayer and no mother should have to see her child’s blood stains.
And there was the bloody ground at Golgotha–stained in the darkest of red. And Mary, Jesus’ mother, did she walk in slow and trembling steps back to Calvary the day after she watched her Son take His last breath here on earth?
Did she fall to her knees grabbing what blood-stained earth her wrinkled hands could hold? Did she find the blood stained wooded cross and try to wipe away the death, the hurt?
Her child. God’s child. His blood. His sacrifice. His love. His mother.
John 19:26-27, When Jesus therefore saw his mother, and the disciple standing by, whom He loved, He saith unto his mother, Woman, behold thy son! Then saith he to the disciple, Behold thy mother! And from that hour that disciple took her unto his own home.
How to be a gift this Christmas
Send Christmas cards to Veteran’s Hospitals
Adopt a military family
Pray for our military and those who will be serving on active duty and not be home with their families this Christmas