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On the third day of Christmas

Updated: Dec 17, 2020

God sent Mary. He sent love.

Luke 1:34-35, 38: Mary said to the angel, "How can this be since I am a virgin?" The angel said to her, "The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you; therefore, the child to be born will be holy; he will be called Son of God. Then Mary said, "Here am I, the servant of the Lord; let it be with me according to your word."

Dear Friends and Family,

There is very little about Mary in the bible. Just a handful of verses about the young woman who gave birth to a baby, the Son of God, loved that baby through childhood and into adulthood, then knelt at the foot of a cross, weeping, as her Son took his last breath, and then watched as a Roman soldier thrust a lance into her dead Son’s body. In the space between those monumental moments, we know that Mary fled with her child from Bethlehem into Egypt to escape the death planned for Jesus by King Herod, watched her son learn wisdom and increase in stature, watched as Jesus turned water into wine, and, at least once, visited an adult Jesus as He taught the people. We also know that with His final breath, Jesus put His mother into the care of His disciple, John, and John into His mother’s care.

After the pain and suffering of the atonement was behind Him, and Jesus was taken down from the cross, His bruised and bloody body was given to His mother, Mary. Jesus’ mother cleansed his body with oil and scents and wrapped Him in linen. It was the final, loving act a mother could perform for her child. To Mary, Jesus was not just the Son of God, the Redeemer of Mankind, and the Prince of Peace. He was her son – once a tiny babe, wrapped in swaddling clothes, a toddler with scrapped knees, a twelve year old son she had scolded for staying behind in Jerusalem after Passover, and a grown child she had loved as fiercely as any other mother has ever loved her child.

From the moment He took His first breath until the moment He took His last, there was Mary, who surely loved Him as the Savior of the world, but who first loved Him as her son. From the beginning to the end, it is clear, that for all the anger and malice shown to Jesus, for all the hatred and cowardice that was heaped upon Him, His mother was ever faithful. Mary’s love for her son was constant and unwavering.

God loved His son and choose Mary to be His mother because God knew she would not fail Him or Jesus. God loves all His children and He knew without the atoning sacrifice of His firstborn son, He would lose us all. God sent His son to rescue all mankind. He sent Mary to love Jesus.

On the third day of Christmas, God sent Mary. He sent love.

Love Always,

Hubby & Elle

Reflections on Mary

Did Mary know when she first held her son

The most wondrous gifts He would bring?

Did she know as she cradled him close to her chest

She was holding the newborn King?

Did she know He would walk on water?

Did she know He would calm the Sea?

Did she know he would cure the leprose man?

Did she know that the blind would see?

Did Mary know He’d turn water to wine,

That He would make the lame to walk?

Did she know He would raise the widow’s son

And cause he who was mute to talk?

Did Mary know He’d feed four thousand souls

With two fish and sev’n loaves of bread?

Did she know He’d cure ten lepers at once,

And raise a young girl from the dead?

Did Mary know her son would heal the sick?

Did she know as she rocked Him then

That her baby boy would glorify God,

Be A Savior, a fisher of men?

Did Mary worry about her young son,

Overwhelmed at all He must do?

Did she ponder on those that would hate Him?

Did she know all that He’d go through?

Did Mary consider the sacrifice?

Did she know the anguish she’d see

As they mocked, scorned and judged her perfect Son,

The carpenter from Galilee?

Did Mary know as she held her sweet boy,

He’d deliver mankind from death?

Did she know her child would bleed from each pore,

As He offered up His last breath?

I think in that moment she held Him close,

And with reverence began to pray,

Thanking her God for the gift from above,

On that very first Christmas day.

Her son, the Redeemer, a Savior for all

Much too soon He’d leave her embrace,

But just for that moment, He was her Son,

And she tenderly kissed His face.

By Elle


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