Moms, could you just freak out for Mary? She's only a child herself. Fifteenish? I still hope to be cradling my girls on my lap when they're fifteen (did you just mutter "delusional" under your breath?!) and here she's giving birth to Jesus blessed Christ.
When my oldest was about thirty seconds old I asked the nurse, "Isn't she the most perfect baby you've ever seen?" "Isn't she the smartest, healthiest, prettiest little thing you've ever seen in this hospital?" She politely lied (and also may have muttered delusional under her breath come to think of it....), but my point is we have such giant wishes for our newborns- can you imagine looking into their squished, blotchy, minute-old face and believing it to be the Christ-child?
As if dealing with lactation and wild hormones isn't enough, tiny Jesus is almost immediately a wanted man (er, baby). Now Mary and Joseph have to keep this little guy alive so you know, he can do that save humanity thing. And then well-meaning Simeon comes along spouting off things like, "This child is destined to cause the falling and rising of many in Israel, and to be a sign that will be spoken against, so that the thoughts of many hearts will be revealed. And a sword will pierce your own soul too.” (Luke 2:34-35) Well, if that's not just an encouraging word to a first-time mom I don't know what is!
Mary. Brave, dear, Mary. I think we can all agree, she deserves a "hail." And not just during Monday Night Football.
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