The Marion Trilogy: Mother Mary, Mary Magdalene & Mary of Bethany
Mother of God
Mother of God: Mary's Young Life
As a young, first-century Palestinian, Jewish woman of Galilee, I was born during the reign the the Great Herod, the King of Judea, who many mocked for his lack of common sense and his opulent display of riches throughout his palaces and kingdom. Despite the King's authority and power, he was not only mocked by the Roman prelates that chiefly ruled the city but by the common people as well. My sisters and I played the popular game wherein we held our outstretched hands forming a circle while dancing and then forming arches as we sang out the satirical melodies of the day. Looking back, I am sure the sharp-forked, lyrics escaped us as we fell into the dance and the catchy melodies that satirized the powerful men who ruled the day. My mother oft admonished us, scolding that mocking another was a quick way to dishonor yourself. All around the cities, even stretching far into Jerusalem, the King was privately branded the cruel King and his nickname, among the Pharisees and the poor, was Herod the Brute!
SInce I can only whisper that I descended from a long line of those from Judea, I am humbly a royal peasant-descendant, as the saying goes for financially, fallen royal families, of kings and queens in the years prior to what would later be the coming of Christ. My parents, Joachim and Anne, never once mentioned our royal line and remained humble in their dealings with the people in the market where my father sold everything related to olives. I only know this hushed tib-bit about my background because Judith my eldest sister told me on one of her more haughty days as she twirled in her newer blue dress, pretending to be a princess from a far off land whileI, MAry, played the part of her woman-servant. We laughed and she reminded me that the blue dress would be mine only when she grew out of it!
One of my favorite and secret things to do as a little girl when I had finished eating the flesh of an olive was to spit out the pit in wealthy people's gardens to see if an olive tree would grow, but it never happened in those lovely, watered gardens, to my dismay. It was a simple pastime, as I skipped past the succulent, flowering foliage or if I took shade on my way back home from the market, under the mature Cedar trees that lined the long paths leading to the homes of the mysterious residents there.
On one odd occasion when I was six or seven, I purposely placed an olive pit in the Garden of Gethsemane, which was very dry and arid at the time, and to my surprise, it took root. I was certain it could not have been a volunteer, as I had seriously asked God to bless the spot. I suppose I was about age eleven when old Jedadiah had detected water beneath that land with his well-used, divining rod formed of Mesquite. Soon after, that spot, where I had planted the singular olive pit became a beloved oasis peppered with olive trees which everyone loved, as theystrolled along the the stone hewn trails made specifically for that beautiful, and to me especially, miraculous, olive grove.
At the time, I would never have guessed Gethsemene would be the place where my future son would go and seek solace from the same angel who had consoled me in my hour of need. They had called him the "King of the Jews," a title that did no justice to my son, Jesus of Nazareth. By now you may have guessed that my name is Mary. Mother of God is my beloved title now, among others. But I get ahead of myself. I want to tell you about my visit from the angel Gabriel. I never knew I would ever meet an angel, let alone one who presented himself humbly, gently and, yet so firmly. The angel Gabriel was sent to Nazareth in Galilee to reach me and tell me the good news.
The angel Gabriel said to me, "Greetings, you are highly favored. The Lord is with you." I was frightened and baffled that this huge and beautiful messenger would come to me in the name of the Lord, our God. I shivered for a moment before he spoke again in the most comforting manner I have eve known.
"Do not be afraid, Mary, you have found favor with God. You will be with child and give birth to a son, and you are to give the name Jesus." I was aghast at his words. Was I really a pure vessel as the angel had intimated? I felt like any other young woman in Nazareth, holding onto my virginity until I was properly married. And what about Joseph, my betrothed? How would he take this news? I wondered. Would he discard me? Disbelieve my miraculous story about Gabriel? All of these questions whirled around in my mind like so many beads on a strung necklace for sale at the market in the center of town. Gabriel continued with the good news, saying, "He will be great and called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his father David, and his kingdom will never end."
Mary Never Fears: Her Purity Saves Her
I asked the angel Gabriel, who was, by now, a calming figure to me despite his enormous size, "How will this be since I am a virgin?" The angel answered, "The Holy Spirit will come upon you and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. So the holy one to be born will be called the Son of God." I was not ashamed, no. I was thrilled about the prospect of having a child that would be the messiah. My little son of God. And how I would love him with all of my heart. The angel told me how my elderly cousin, Elizabeth, and her old husband, Zechariah, were expecting a child who would be called, John and that he would prepare the way for my son, Jesus. She was already six months with child, the angel told me and I would be giving birth only three months after Elizabeth! I answered the messenger, Gabriel, "I am the Lord's servant, may it be done to me as you have said." With that, the angel departed as swiftly as he'd come. (The Gospel according to St. Luke, NIV: 1:26-38)
Could I truly be the Ark of the Second Covenant? I gently patted my belly, my soon-to-be blossoming, divine womb, thinking that I was the vessel whom God had chosen to convey his New Covenant to the people, gentiles as well. I thought back to the olive pit I had so carefully planted those many years ago, and the image of the olive grove gave me a profound joy and an ambivalent, irrational fear. I set aside that fear, and was gladdened in my heart and magnified in my soul about the coming of the Christ.
Still, I was eager to see what Joseph, from King David's own Line, no less, was going to think about his pregnant betrothed. Would he abandon me? Would I cause disgrace to his family line? Or, would he be happy about the good news I had received? I tended to think he would be proud, yet humble, at the prospect of being God's father on Earth.
Mary gladly Accepts her God-Sent Task
My worries about my up coming marriage were relieved when the angel Gabriel imparted, in a dream, to my betrothed, Joseph of the line of David, that we would indeed raise a child in the flesh who is God, His Son and yet, our little joy. The Angel's vision assured Joseph of the Holy Spirit's conception, so that my beloved fiancee would not think me a harlot, but rather the second Arc of the Covenant, by carrying the word of God in the flesh within my womb. I was terrified at the promise I had just made by saying, "Let thy will be done."
But, His will was done and my son became the savior of the human race. Some say, he was not the messiah, nor God, nor the Son of Man or God, but I know the truth and it sets me free. I know that God's love, with my son, Jesus, seated at His right hand, would and will always bring all souls to heaven; that even those that did not believe would have peace on earth and in heaven for heaven and earth are one and the same, as my beloved son's apostle, John, believed as well and set to writing in his Gospel. The Book of Revelation, never caused me fear, but rather created inside of me a sense of tremendous peace. I would visit the world again in spirit and that, my appearances all around the world would be shining places of Truth. The faithful would know immediately that what I would convey, after my Spirit ascended into heaven, would be Divine communication and healing. My suffering has ended now. I feel compassion but no longer empathy for, I can no longer suffer with the individual but instead am always with them at the hour of one's earthly death, a beautiful sight to behold and to deliver to God that soul. Sometimes, my Lord Jesus, carries in his strong arms, those good souls to heaven.
End Part One: The Marian Trilogy: Mother Of God
Coming Soon is Part Two: The Marian Trilogy: MARY MAGDALENE - tune in and see what her life was like.
Thanks: From the Grotto of Mystic Amy
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