She was not pretty but plain, not wealthy but poor. She could claim no prestige except maybe a dream she had. Or at least she thought it must have been a dream. ‘Could something so wonderful have happened to a girl such as me?” she pondered.
She pondered. Ever since that night, she pondered and wondered what in the wide world could this mean? Was it a prophecy? Was it a dream? Had she imagined? But no she had seen.
There before her like it was now, she saw the heavenly being, the winged messenger of God, the bringer of glad tidings and good news. It appeared as if it had come from some place inside her, like seeing your own breath on a bleak winter’s day. And yet she never imagined something so stunning could have ever been housed within her, as ordinary as she was. But there it or he or she- who knows- stood or hovered or maybe brooded.
And a sound as from a long ways off began to ascend upon her. It started as a wuuussshhhh. And then a ringing and then intoned something like a trumpet or maybe like a bell “Hail, thou that art highly favored, the Lord is with thee: blessed art thou among women.” The words still ring in her heart where they lay as treasure deep down.
“Fear not. Fear not. Fear not.” The words became like a pulse in her wrist.
“And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and bring forth a son, and shall give unto him the throne of his father David.”
THIS IS THE KING OF THE JEWS, someone read it aloud.
She could see his face, so tender and mild, yet pained.
The angel continued, “And he shall reign over the house of Jacob forever; of his kingdom there shall be no end.”
If thou be Christ, save thyself and us, cried a distant voice.
Then Mary said to the angel, “How shall this be, since I know not a man?”
And the angel said, “The Holy Ghost shall come upon thee, and the power of the Highest shall overshadow thee; therefore also that holy thing which shall be born of thee shall be called the Son of God.”
Son of God? Son of God?, she repeated in her heart.
But who do you say I am?, whispered a voice somewhere from within.
“For with God nothing shall be impossible”, said the angel.
And the words sprang out of her, words that she felt had always been on the tip of her tongue, but never quite knew what they meant until now. “Here am I, the handmaid of the Lord; be it unto me according to thy word.”
And then as suddenly and mysteriously as the heavenly harbinger appeared it was gone leaving behind a kind of a vacuum that sucked the night away and then it was day.
Was it a dream? She wondered. Everything was so vivid, more real than anything she had ever seen or felt. It was as if she had never really been awake until then. The angel…was it an angel?…was gone, but the words still gently caressed her like the morning breeze. She pondered them, treasured them, savored those words.
The soon to be mother, engaged, but unwed, walked hurriedly, yet carefully on the road toward her relative. What was it she carried? Who was it? She pondered.
Fear not. Fear not. Fear not.
Would her promised husband believe her? The dream turned reality. But how to explain? Who would believe it? An angel, a Spirit, and salvation growing within her?
Fear not. Fear not. Fear not.
Husband’s home town. City of David, they called it. The day grew dark. The end of nine months loomed large.
Fear not. Fear not. Fear not.
No place to stay. Just want to lay down. Need to lay down. The expected one is on his way.
“Prepare the way of the Lord!” A voice cried from out of the wild.
Not far off shepherds quaked. In the east a star was rising and the wise men smiled.
Fear not. Fear not. Fear not.
The little king crowned. Then the sound. Oh, what a sound! Sweeter than bells! More powerful than trumpets! Heavenly music to the ears: the baby’s cry.
Fear erased. Pain gone. Just love. Just hope. Just peace…….
And then she awoke. It’s the dream she has had for years. What was dream and what is reality, she knows not. It is all the same to her. She tells her story as she knows it in hopes that everyone would hear how the man who freed the world from sin and fear was really born. He was not born of wealth or power. Not in a palace or a place considered holy. He was born of a young woman, not pretty but plain, not wealthy but poor. She could claim no prestige except maybe a dream she had. Or at least she thought it must have been a dream. “Could something so wonderful have happened to a girl such as me?” she pondered. Yes, it could.

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