Mary, Mother of Jesus
A touching, insightful look at the Christmas Lady from Eidos

If you aren't a regular reader of Dr. John Mark Reynold's excellent blog, Eidos, you should, at minimum, read his blog about the Christmas Lady, which was posted on December 3, 2004. My favorite lines come near the beginning:

The life of Mary speaks to us of her Son, by her humility and faithful life. She is not His equal, no human being could even approach Him without His grace.

Cultures too full of chivalry and overly devoted to the ideal of womanhood may at times have forgotten her humanity. They forgot that the great wonder of the her words was in the simple acceptance of His will. She was made great by her submission. Her very humanity, the "lowliness of her estate," became the place where God could become man.

Today a culture drunk on abortion and self-glorification has gone to the other extreme. All around us are empty churches, broken marriage vows, governments with no conscience, and ugliness called art. What is the result?

Our own importance is secure in our eyes. Nothing could be in greater contrast to the lady of Christmas. There exists in Mary both strength and submission. It is a forgotten combination. Who learns today to say, "Be it done unto me according to thy word?" Mary received great glory from a great submission. She was willing to be merely the handmaiden of the Lord. She took the title of a servant and this humility transformed that term into a glorious badge of honor. Mary learned that in the hierarchy of heaven that to play one's role, even the role of slave, is to be exalted.


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