Mary’s Christmas Story Part 1
Published by Kathleen Bosman at Smashwords
Copyright 2011 Kathleen Bosman
Chapter 1
Mary’s heart bubbled with joy. She was going to the market day with a bundle of denari in her hand, enough to buy a large sack of ground wheat meal, a jar of olive oil, two small bags of raisins, a wineskin of wine and possibly even some fresh fruit and vegetables if the prices were good. Her brother would find her later to help her carry the purchases back to their home. Her family had suffered a couple of very lean years and God had blessed her elder brother yesterday with so much, he had enough to share with them. She walked along the road that had been flattened by the Roman chariots and foot soldiers and many commuters, choosing not to dwell on the fact that Father still hadn’t found work. She’d had a happy childhood although her people couldn’t govern their own country. There were often uprisings against the Roman rule and there were moments of fear when a new ruler came into power. No-one knew if he would be a cruel or wicked one. She was glad that she’d grown up in the quiet town of Nazareth, away from most of the political activity. She whispered a prayer of thanks to God for giving her such a precious family. As she thought of her Mamma and Abba, tenderness rose within her. She was the middle child of three. The eldest, Ethan, was now married and his wife was expecting her first child. Her younger sister, Abigail, an athletic, determined, child made her proud. Abigail was a hard worker, although a tad impatient and bossy at times. She smiled as she remembered how Abigail had given her the list of what to purchase, stressing over and over again to get the Damascus raisins and not the Sidon ones. She knew that they were chewier but the Sidon ones were often cheaper. She would give Abigail what she wished this time because God had blessed them.
As she came closer to the centre of Nazareth, people walked past her, greeting her politely, some even smiling back, probably because she couldn’t hide her excitement. A couple walked past her, the lady heavily pregnant and Mary’s eyes were fixed on her swollen belly. She wondered what it felt like to have a baby inside of your own body. She wondered if it was uncomfortable. She thought that any discomfort would be outweighed by far with the thought of giving birth to a child and loving that person into maturity. What a privilege.
“Will you grant me that gift, one day, Jehovah?” she whispered to God. Her mother often used to chide her for talking so much to God.
“You’re not a priest or prophet, Mary. You don’t have the privilege to talk to God as a friend. God needs to be feared.”
“But Mamma. King David spoke to God all the time.”
“How can you, a poor, simple virgin girl, compare yourself to the great King David?” Mary looked down and sighed.
“I cannot.” For several days, she stopped talking to God but then it would bubble out instinctively again. She couldn’t stop. The God of Israel that she had heard about in synagogue and when her Abba read the Torah, was a good, holy God. She longed to know Him. Maybe if she prayed to Him, He would reveal Himself to her. She looked up at the palm trees lining the road and the warm sun that shone on her head and a deep longing welled up within her. She knew that this God was true. She knew that He had something special to show her but what was it? Why was she so hungry for more? Who was she anyway, to think so much about God? As her mother always said, she was a woman. The woman’s job was to keep her future husband happy, watch over the household and bear children, not to ponder deep truths of the law. A tiny stain of melancholy dropped onto her joyful heart. When was Father going to find her a suitable husband? The thought of marrying made her terribly frightened but she didn’t want to become so old that no-one wanted her anymore. Her cousin Elizabeth had thought that she would never marry because she was over thirty when her father found her Zechariah. Because Zechariah was an older man himself, he was willing to marry Elizabeth. She’d had a stroke of luck. What if Mary never had that luck?
She followed the couple into the market and then watched them disappear towards the cloth section. They must be choosing cloths to make baby clothes and sheets. Would it ever be her turn? Then she saw the lady who sold the olive oil, her face covered with perspiration and the whole world’s troubles written on her frown. Mary walked up to her and smiled.
“How are you, Madam Sarah?”
“It is a bad day for me today, Mary.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I cannot trouble a young woman with this old woman’s woes on such a lovely day. I can see that you are especially happy today.”
“You will trouble me more if you keep a secret from a friend.”
“The recent rains have rotted the beams of wood in our roof. Zidda has no strength in his bones to climb on a ladder to put in new wood. Besides, where do I get the money to pay for this wood?”
“Have you not sold enough olive oil this month?”
“There is a new couple selling on the other side of the market. They have oil from the coastal regions and everyone prefers the taste. My sales have dropped more than half.”
“Oh, dear!” Mary wondered if God had blessed them so that they may also be a blessing to another. “I will come back now.” She decided she would find the carpenter’s family and ask how much the roof beams would cost. Maybe she could pay for it and still have enough for her list. Or maybe they would help Sarah if they heard her situation. Old Zidda couldn’t afford to be wet at night. He was very sickly nowadays and had suffered enough the last year. She walked to the eastern end of the market and found the carpenter’s stall. Jacob often let one of his sons keep his stalls for him. She hadn’t seen them in years because, thankfully, they hadn’t needed anything. The stall had moved and at first she couldn’t find it and then she spotted the vast array of wooden furniture and planks of wood varieties in the corner. They had chosen a good spot where there was lots of traffic going past. She spotted one of the sons who was looking very tall behind the table. Nervously, she walked up to him.
“Son of Jacob, how are you today?” Her voice was shaky but she tried to sound polite. Her father had taught her that manners were the most important thing.
“Is that Mary, the sister of Ethan? You are no longer a child.”
“You seem to have grown quite tall too.” She looked at him, embarrassed that she couldn’t remember his name. He smiled at her, obviously realizing her predicament.
“It’s Joseph. What can I offer you today?”
“I was wondering how much your roof beams are.”
“Well, it all depends on the length that you need.”
“It’s not for me.” She sighed, not too sure how to make it not sound like a charity drive. “I’ve been speaking to Sarah. Zidda cannot fix their broken roof and they haven’t had any sales. There is a new olive oil stall that’s taking all their customers.” Joseph looked very serious and Mary thought maybe she should disappear at that moment. She’d obviously offended him. Why would they have enough to spare anyway? She’d heard that many were struggling to keep things going.
“I will have to speak to my father but I’m sure we can help.”
“I will help too.” She handed him a denari.
“No. Your father will not approve. Give me a day. I will speak to him tonight.” She saw compassion in his eyes.
“Thank you.” She walked away and as she reached the end of the line, turned round to look back at him. He was staring right at her. How had he become so handsome? Was it just because he was tall and muscular or was it his kindness? She’d never taken an interest in any man before and the feeling was quite foreign. It felt like a mixture of nerves and excitement together. The rest of the day, she shopped in a strange state of mind. She shouldn’t be thinking of a man so much. It just wasn’t right. She waited for her brother at the grain store, her mind a confusion of thoughts. It wasn’t her brother that patted her gently on the shoulder about half an hour later. She stared into Joseph’s dark brown eyes and felt her heart jump.
“You startled me.”
“I’m sorry, Mary. I have seen my father. He has met with Zidda and I will fix their roof tomorrow for them.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful! Thank you so much.”
“Thank you for caring about them, Mary. Did you get everything you need today?” She nodded happily at him. “May I help you carry your purchases home?”
“Ethan promised to fetch me before the sun starts lowering. I shouldn’t leave as he may worry.”
“Well, then. A safe journey.”
“Thank you.”
An hour later, Mary almost wished she had accepted Joseph’s invitation. The marketers were packing up their tables and the clouds had made the sky very dark. She knew it could only be about five in the evening but she began to feel irritated. Had Ethan forgotten her? The walk was about an hour long and she wanted to get back before six so she could help with the supper duties. She sighed and shifted her feet back and forth restlessly. Even though Nazareth was quiet, the road back home was a risk at night, especially on market day. Robbers took advantage of people who had just bought food for the month. Maybe Joseph hadn’t packed up his stall.
“Please would you watch my purchases?” Mary asked the lady at the grain stall. She’d known her for years and was sure she could be trusted. “I need to find some assistance.” The lady nodded, her eyes filled with concern. Mary rushed to the carpenter’s stall, praying that they were still there. Most of the marketers had now left. She released her breath in relief when she saw Joseph loading the last plank of wood onto a cart. She ran up to her, forgetting the need to be ladylike and shouted.
“Wait, please!”
“Mary, what is it?”
“Ethan has still not arrived. I’m sorry to inconvenience you but I’m scared to travel alone on the road home now as it’s nearly dark.”
“I have no space for a lady on this crude cart.”
“I can sit on the empty spot next to the tables there.” She pointed to a small spot on the back of the cart.
“No. If you wait here, I shall find a guard to watch my goods and walk with you home.” She shook her head in despair.
“You can’t do that. I shall squeeze in there by the table.”
“There is space next to me at the front. Not the perfect spot for a lady. But what about your purchases?”
“I don’t know.” She thought she was going to cry. She felt so helpless.
“I think that they will fit just fine in the spot you wanted to sit on.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m very sure.” He looked into her eyes with certainty and strength that she suddenly felt relaxed again. She knew instinctively that she could trust Joseph, who had grown up into a wonderful, caring and mature young man.
Mary’s mother fussed over her when she came home but didn’t fail to invite Joseph in for supper. Joseph wanted to decline, admitting that he still had all his products to unpack and he had had a long day.
“You will come tomorrow, then?” she asked expectantly.
“Definitely.”
Mary looked at him and thought how polite he was. The sons of Jacob had been reasonably well-behaved boys growing up but they had never stood out to her in any way. She couldn’t help noticing how well Joseph had turned out. She decided it was a little silly to stand there staring at him so she quickly thanked him again and rushed inside. She was relieved to be home and even more relieved that Abigail rushed to her to help unpack the purchases. Within no time, everything was in its place and Mary was seated at the table to eat a meal with her parents and sister.
“What a gentleman he’s turned out to be,” commented Mother to Father as they were finished their prayer of blessing on the food. Mary wished she had returned earlier so that they may enjoy some of the fresh vegetables she’d bought. She loved vegetables and lately had only had them every now and then. She was tired of bread and fish stew again. She should be grateful that they could have fish. Not everyone could afford it. They were blessed that her cousin sold them the fish at a good price.
“Joseph has grown into a fine young man and would make a good husband for Mary. At last, I think I have found a man whom I would like to get to know for this very purpose.”
Mary gasped and dropped her bread into the stew. The hot liquid splashed onto her arm.
“Ow!”
“Are you not happy with Father’s idea?” her Mother looked at her with concern.
“No, I …” She dabbed the stew off her arm with the cloth napkin. It would make a red mark for sure because it was stinging badly. She bit her lip.
“I think Mary is shocked that you’re finally finding her a husband,” said Abigail.
“Abby! You will speak to your father with respect,” chided her mother sternly but there was a slight smile on her face.
“Now Abigail, you know that I have been pre-occupied with trying to find work.”
“I’m sorry, Abba. I know. It was just a joke.”
“So, Mary. What do you think?” Her mother tried to read her emotions in her eyes.
Mary sighed, wishing that the focus wasn’t back on her again.
“I think he’s a good man,” she mumbled.
“But …?”
“Nothing.” She felt her hand beginning to shake. What was wrong with her? Was she maybe overtired from the long day?
“Now, Michal, Mary has had a long day. How is she supposed to feel about this sudden new idea? I shouldn’t have brought it up now.” Mary looked at her kind father in relief. Father had those special moments when he saw into her thoughts. She gobbled the last mouthful of stew and stuffed the bread into her mouth. With cheeks like a hamster, she took her plate to the washing area outside to start the washing up process. Her mother followed her soon afterwards.
“Mary, please leave the washing up today. You look so exhausted.”
“But Mother, I haven’t helped you at all today.”
“You have helped. You bought the food for us.”
“Okay, thanks. I think I’ll crawl into bed straight away.” She breathed a sigh of relief but knew that sleep wasn’t going to take away her swirling thoughts. She was exhausted but also wanted to be alone with her thoughts. She washed herself and then lay on her mat in the corner of the living area, trying to blot out the sounds of her family. Maybe she should sleep on the roof tonight. It was a hot night and there were no clouds earlier. The stars offered much solace to a troubled soul. She grabbed her mat quietly and took the stairs to the roof. Abigail would probably join her later as she loved it on the roof. Mary breathed in the fresh night air and lay on the mat to gaze at the stars. She felt sudden peace envelope her. The God who had made the earth in only six days had made her. He had made Joseph too. If they were meant to be together, He would make it work. She shouldn’t be so petrified of marriage. God had said that “it was good” when he saw His creation of male and female. She felt an unexpected twinge of excitement ripple through her. Joseph was very handsome. And he seemed like a good man. She began to dream of her future life as his wife. She dreamt how she would organize her new home. She wondered whether Joseph would set up his own workshop or still work with his father. She wondered how many children they would have. The excitement began to build up within her and she sat up with a start when she heard footsteps. Abby.
“What’s wrong? Did I wake you?”
“No. I can’t sleep.”
“It’s a beautiful night.”
“Yes. It truly is.”
“Oh, Mary. I’m so happy for you if this works out but I’m going to miss you.” Abigail fluffed her mat next to Mary’s and lay down gently. Although she was a feisty girl, she was still her dearest friend and Mary would miss her terribly.
“I will miss you too. Oh, what am I saying? Father hasn’t even spoken to Joseph yet. What if Joseph says no?”
“He wouldn’t, would he?”
“He knows how poor we are.”
“So? If he’s a good man, that will mean nothing.”
“But what if he doesn’t like me? What if he finds me ugly or something?”
“You’re beautiful, Mary. He would never.”
“You’re biased. I’m very plain. Why do you think Father hasn’t been fighting off all the suitors? I mean, he’s already gotten rid of …” Mary held her breath. She’d just broken her mother’s trust.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“What were you going to say?” Abigail was sitting bolt upright now. Why did she have to mistakenly say something that was a secret in front of her strong-willed sister?
“Never mind.” Mary gave an exaggerated yawn. “It’s been a long day. I need to rest as I have some cooking to do tomorrow for the dinner.”
“I’ll help you. Tell me.”
“It’s nothing that will add to your wisdom, Abby.”
“I don’t care. I don’t like secrets ‘specially with my sister.”
Mary sighed. Her mother hadn’t specifically said she shouldn’t tell Abby, she’d just assumed it was kept from her for a reason.
“You had a suitor.”
“Me? When? Who?”
“Last year. You don’t want to know who.”
“I do, I do. Why didn’t Abba tell me?”
“Because you were only 15 and he was not suitable. I promise.” Mary whispered violently to her. “I think Abba didn’t want to upset you.”
“It wasn’t Jeremiah?”
“No. His brother.”
“Aargh! I’m so glad Abba said no. What if he asks again when I’m older? What will I do if Abba says yes? I think he just said no because you haven’t married yet and you’re older.”
“I knew I shouldn’t have told you.”
“I won’t say anything. I will just stew in my own fears. Please pray.”
“Abigail. You needn’t fear. Abba wouldn’t choose the wrong man for you.”
“I don’t know. I’ve heard some terrible stories of arranged marriages. It’s so scary.”
Mary took her sister’s hand. “I know. It’s very scary.” Mary’s voice was shaky.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Mary. I didn’t mean to …”
“God will look after me, Abby. I know it in my heart but my head doesn’t want to listen. I have to sleep now.”
“Okay.” They both lay down again and watched the stars in silence.
The fears of the night before seemed to fade in the day’s sunshine as Mary, Abigail and Mother prepared a feast for the evening. It was exciting to prepare a special meal as they had eaten plain food for so long but it was even more exciting for Mary to think of who would be coming to their meal later. She couldn’t wait to see him. His tall, muscular physique and kind dark brown eyes hovered in her mind’s eye all day. Would he be happy to see her too? Mary waited by the door as the sun started to set. What if he didn’t come?
“Mary, please come sit, my dear. You cannot look like a desperate woman,” her mother pleaded with her.
“I’m not desperate.”
“Father is just getting to know him first. He’s not asking him tonight.”
“I know, I know.” Mary tried not to let the disappointment show in her voice. She’d known that but in the excitement, had forgotten that it was just a visit. Her mind had been running ahead too far. She sat on her chair in the living area and sighed. She picked up some stitchwork she’d been working on for several months and tried to focus on it. Relief flooded through her as she heard male voices outside. In walked Father and Joseph, talking freely.
“Father has fixed their whole roof already. You should have seen Zidda’s face.”
“That is wonderful news, Joseph. Thank you for helping Mary come home yesterday. Her brother was delayed by an important meeting and then he forgot.”
“It’s no trouble at all. I couldn’t bear to see her stranded.” He looked up right at her and she stood up to take his sandals.
“Thank you.” He looked at her so kindly, she blushed. She carried the shoes as if they were a pot of gold and brushed the dust off them. Then she placed them on their shoe mat neatly next to each other. She studied them for a moment. He had large feet. His shoes were fairly new. They couldn’t be poor. She cringed. How could she let that be something to draw her to the man? She shouldn’t wish for money or riches but for love.
“Come sit.” Her father invited Joseph to the sitting area. There were about four extra chairs for guests but she felt embarrassed at the dilapidated state of their chairs. Joseph would probably have the newest, best wooden furniture in his home.
Mary listened to the conversation between her father and Joseph quietly while Abby helped mother set the table.
“I cannot believe that you haven’t found any work all these years, Jehoram? Many people are needing assistance with their gardens.”
“Times are difficult and the Romans have their own workers. They do not wish for a Jewish man to do the work. They want art in their gardens, not plants.”
“I will speak to my customers. I’m sure there is someone.”
Father sighed. Mary sometimes wondered if he didn’t want to work anymore. Maybe he was just so discouraged and had given up.
“How is the carpentry business going?” he asked.
“My father is doing well now. His business has expanded beyond Nazareth. He wishes for me to take over when I marry.”
“Are you betrothed?”
Mary held her breath.
“I’m sorry to say that I have been very busy with business. I haven’t even considered taking a wife.”
“We would be most pleased if you would consider our Mary.”
Mary blushed a deep red. She’d thought Father wasn’t going to ask tonight. The night had only begun and he’d already asked him. She was embarrassed. She also felt awkward being part of the conversation.
“I should leave.” She rose to help at the table.
“Don’t leave, Mary. I shall definitely consider your request and discuss with my father.”
Mary sat, wishing she could leave. She didn’t want to hear any more.
“I’m sorry if I sound so forward, Joseph,” began her father. “It’s just I have suffered long to find a suitable husband for Mary. You just seem perfect.”
It was Joseph’s turn to blush.
“Thank you, sir. I am sincerely complimented.” Mother called them for supper. The rest of the evening was casual conversation and Mary was glad to have a distraction from the previous discussion. She couldn’t help hanging on every word that Joseph spoke. Sometimes she noticed he had much youthful passion and enthusiasm that bordered on immaturity but all in all, he was a good, solid young man and the handsomest in town! He would make the perfect husband and she so wished that he would say yes to her father’s request right away.
The next few weeks after the dinner were bitter sweet for Mary. She tried to enjoy the new supply of vegetables that she had been longing for for so long but now a new longing filled her. A longing for Joseph to speak to her father. Why had it been so long? Maybe he had forgotten. Or maybe he wanted to say no and was considering a polite way to do it. Mary tried not to wallow too much in her thoughts as she swept the outer court of their home and watered the plants.
“Mary, Mary, guess what?” Abigail came rushing out, her face flushed with excitement. Mary knew this was it. Her hands trembled and she clung onto the broom.
“What Abby?”
“Abba has work. One of Joseph’s customers wants his whole garden done up. The whole garden and it’s huge. That should keep Abba busy the whole summer.”
Mary felt a small dip of disappointment but then she realized what this meant for them.
“Oh, Abby. It’s wonderful. Oh, the Lord is so good to us.” She felt the tears spring to her eyes.
“And that’s not all.” Abby was almost jumping up and down with excitement. Mary braced herself. “Joseph is coming over for dinner again tonight. We’d better hurry. We have only a few hours.”
“Why is he coming?”
“I don’t know, Mary. But maybe he will ask for you.”
“I’m not setting my hopes on it. I am just content that Father has work.”
“Me too! Now I can buy the cloth I wanted to make those dresses for us.”
“Not so soon, Abby. We need to pay off our debts first.”
“Debts? Oh, no.”
“It shall be a few months still.”
“Oh.” Abby’s manner calmed considerably. Mary tried to cheer her mood the whole afternoon by allowing her to choose the menu for the night. It didn’t help. By the end Abby was crying.
“I wanted to make you a new dress for your betrothal,” she blurted out just as they added the finishing touches to the meal.
“Oh, Abby. I love you so much. We don’t even know.”
“I know. But I had the whole design in my head.”
“You really are so creative. I wish I could do things like that.” They heard voices from the living area. Mary gasped. She wiped her face with the kitchen cloth and Abby glared at her.
“Now I have to wash it.”
“My hair’s a mess.”
“Nonsense, you look great. Men must understand when we’ve been working. They can’t expect us to look like princesses all the time.”
Mary smiled at her younger sister. Abigail’s future husband would have to understand that Abby loved work more than anything else. Mary walked into the living area. Joseph stood there by himself and smiled as she entered the room.
“Where’s Father?”
“He just went to water my horse. I’ve come from far today so I rode here.”
“Oh, may I take your shoes?” She stretched towards him and he removed his shoes. She put them on the mat and faced him.
“A glass of water would probably be what you need right now?”
“That would be wonderful.” He smiled at her so sweetly that she felt her heart thud in her chest. She almost ran to get his water. She hoped that he would always be so grateful for her service. She returned with the cool water.
“Oh, it’s so cool. How do you keep it so cool in this heat?”
“It’s freshly drawn.”
“Thank you.” He gulped the water down and wiped his brow with a hanky as he sat.
“You have grown into a beautiful young lady, Mary,” Joseph said as he looked at her. “When I saw you at the market, I couldn’t believe how much you had changed since I saw you.”
“You too.”
“And I can see that you are a caring person too.” Where was this leading to? “The way you cared about Sarah and Zidda’s plight even though your family has had their own trials. I’m so glad that your father has found work.”
“Yes, it’s very exciting. Thank you for helping.”
“It’s my pleasure.” His face glowed with satisfaction. He obviously enjoyed helping them.
Mary thought that she now loved this man and would be totally devastated if he didn’t marry her. At that moment, her father entered.
“You have a feisty mare there, Joseph.”
“I know. She’s the only one of the family and some days I wish we could swop her for another horse but she’s strong and that’s the most important thing.”
“Did you travel far today?”
“I have come from Nain. We are finding new customers there.”
“That’s wonderful.”
“I am nervous now. My time has come to take over my father’s business and I feel unprepared. I told my father about our previous discussion and that I would like to take Mary to be my wife and my father approves. Now he says that I am ready to take over the business. He wishes to open a new business in Nain with the help of my brothers.”
Mary felt like jumping up and down like Abigail did when she was excited. She stared at Joseph as he looked at her, shyly.
“That is if she wishes to marry me. I do not wish to go against the young lady’s wishes.”
She couldn’t believe that he had the audacity to even ask her opinion with her father right there.
“I … of course, I would love to Joseph.” He looked at her with bright eyes. “But it is my father’s decision.”
“It is also yours Mary and my respect for you, Joseph has doubled that you care for my daughter’s feelings. You shall make a perfect husband for her. Now we need to celebrate your betrothal. We shall arrange the party tonight.”
Mary excused herself to give Abby and Mother the news. The excitement in the home was tangible. Their household hadn’t known such happiness for a long time. God had brought a season of joy and reward to them.
Chapter 2
Mary gazed at Joseph proudly. He had made the shop look so presentable even with half of his stock gone. She scanned the wooden furniture tastefully displayed in each corner and the rows of wood neatly stacked. She loved the scent of wood and sawdust. It reminded her of the man she loved.
“You’re going to do this well, Joseph. I know you are.”
“How do you know, Mary? You’ve only known me for six months.”
“Six months of being together almost every evening. You’re a hard worker and you have passion. That’s the most important thing.”
“Wisdom and experience is important too.”
“And you have that too. You’ve worked with your father all these years.”
“Many of those years with rebellion in my heart, deliberately ignoring his wishes.”
“I cannot imagine…”
“Yes, I was a terrible teenager. I made my father’s life miserable.”
“So what changed it?”
“God did. I was in synagogue and they were reading the law. I realized how far I had fallen from the mark that God has for me. I still feel so far.”
“No, you’re not far.” She took his hand with love.
“Oh, Mary. We are all so far. Some days I wish that I lived in Jerusalem so I could study the Torah in the temple.”
Mary gasped. “Me too. I have always wished for something more.”
“I wished to see the sacrifices made at the temple. I want to see that my sins are really being atoned for. I’m so skeptical, Mary. I doubt the leaders and priests that they are following the law.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I’ve never thought of that. But I have a longing in my heart for something from God. And I know it’s more than deliverance from the Romans.”
“The Messiah. When He comes, that longing will be fulfilled. I have it too, Mary. Some days, I feel desperate.”
“I know that God cares for the common people too, Joseph. Not just the priests.”
“Of course He does.”
“But why does He only reveal Himself to them?”
Joseph looked away. She knew that he had no answer and she knew that the thought troubled him. She walked to the counter of the shop.
“What wood is this, Joseph?”
“It’s acacia.” She smoothed her hand over the wood to feel it’s texture. “They used it in the tabernacle,” he added. “I do know some of the law.”
Mary sat on her chair in the living area. She loved the new chairs that Joseph had made their family. They had a soft, velvet cushion punched onto the seat part and it was so much more comfortable. So many things had been better too since her father had found work. She was stitching a quilt for her marriage bed. Joseph was making it in the workshop at this moment and had given her the measurements months ago. She had five more months before the wedding and she was only a third of the way through. She felt the heat rise up her neck at the stress despite the cold in the room. Her family had all gone to the market and left her to finish her sewing. How she wished Abigail would do it for her and she had even offered but she knew it was her job. She wanted Joseph to sleep under a quilt she had made, not her sister. The house was strangely quiet but she enjoyed the peace. It was sometimes therapeutic to be left to her own thoughts. The last six months had been a whirl of activity in courting Joseph and preparing for the wedding.
A bright light flashed before her eyes. She wondered if she’d left the candle without support and there was a fire. She stood up. A shining figure appeared before her, so huge that his head reached the high ceiling. She fell to her knees in horror. Was this an angel? Was she being punished for her presumptuous words yesterday to Joseph about God not revealing himself to the common man?
“Hello, dear Mary. You are highly favoured by God. The Lord is with you.” His voice was gentle yet strong and of another world. She began to tremble. What could this mean? Was God rebuking her? Was he warning her of some danger ahead? She bowed her head, not to look at the shiny creature. She’d never seen anything so awesome in her life. The light shining from him was beautiful and hard on the eyes yet she felt compelled to look. The angel touched her on her shoulder. She felt a heat enter her being.
“Don’t be afraid, Mary! Stop trembling. I’m bringing you good news. You have found favour with God.” How? How could I have found favour with God? What have I done? I’m just an ordinary virgin betrothed to a man. The angel’s bright eyes seemed to pierce her soul. She felt a presence in the room and it wasn’t just the angel. Awe filled her being.
“You will soon be pregnant and then will give birth to a son. You must call Him Jesus. He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High God.” She stared at the angel, wondering if she was dreaming. “The Lord God will give your son the throne of his father David.” His father, David. But, she wasn’t a descendant of David. Then she remembered her conversation with Joseph last month about his family tree. Joseph was a descendent of David. She’d envied him. Now she felt totally taken aback. God had chosen her for something. What was it?
“He will reign over the house of Jacob forever; his kingdom will never end.” Forever! What type of child was she going to have? Then she remembered that she wasn’t even married to Joseph yet. How could she be pregnant?
“How can I have a baby? I’m still a virgin.”
“The Holy Spirit will come upon you and the power of the Most High will cast a shadow over you. So the holy child that will be born shall be called the Son of God.” The Son of God! What did that mean? How could she get pregnant without marrying?
“Even now, your cousin, Elizabeth is going to have a child and she is already in her sixth month of pregnancy even though she was declared barren. Nothing is impossible when God works.” Mary stared at the angel. God wanted her to be pregnant before she was married! It was a miracle indeed but what would Joseph say? What would her parents say? She felt that same strong presence in the room. It was as if the longing all those years for more was beginning to be fulfilled. It was like she had tasted something new, something she had wanted all her life. She couldn’t push Him away. She had to listen to Him no matter what the consequences would be. She loved the Lord more than anything else.
“I am the servant of the Lord. Let it happen what you have spoken.” She bowed her head humbly. The light disappeared and she looked up. The angel was gone. But that presence was still in the room. She felt the tears begin to tumble down her cheeks. Why had God chosen her? Why did God love her so much? She was overcome with emotion and wept for some time. Only when her family came home, did she remember that she would have to explain to them what had happened. Would they believe her?
Abby ran into the house and found Mary kneeling on her mat. Mary looked up at her and her face was odd. She looked so beautiful, so shiny. She ran up to Mary and saw the tears on her face.
“What’s going on Mary? Why are you crying?”
“I will tell you all now. Where are Mother and Father?”
“They are on their way.” Mother and Father entered the room, carrying their sacks. Abby wanted to tell Mary that she’d bought the cloths for her wedding dress but she felt a strange feeling. Mary looked strange, glowing and troubled at the same time. Something very important was up and she didn’t feel free to interrupt.
“Mother, Father. I need to talk to you,” Mary called. It was already dark.
“Let us clean up, Mary. It is late and we are tired. Did you prepare supper?”
Mary swallowed and looked down. Abby sighed. Typical Mary to get so caught up in something to…Then she remembered how much sewing she still had to do.
“I’ll prepare something quick,” Abby suggested.
“No, wait. Please all listen to me. I have something to tell you.”
Father tapped Mother on the arm. “Let’s listen to Mary. It sounds important.”
“An angel appeared to me.”
Mother’s eyes flashed. “Mary!”
“I’m not joking, Mama. An angel was standing right there.” He was standing the end of the room.”
“How do you know it was an angel?” Abby asked.
“Because he was shiny bright and as tall as the ceiling. He told me that I am greatly favoured by God.”
“Mary,” her mother rebuked her. “You are betrothed to a wonderful man. You cannot get into one of these moods again.”
“Mama, listen. The angel said that I would have a son and He would be called the Son of God and that He would reign on the throne forever.”
Abby stared at Mary.
“Mary, you have to marry Joseph before you can have a son. We all have good plans for our children,” added her father.
“No, Abba. This was different. The angel spoke these words to me. I didn’t make them up. He said that I would become pregnant by the power of God.”
“I believe you, Mary,” said Abby. “I can see something happened to you. You’re shining.”
“It’s the Holy Spirit,” said Mary.
Mama turned away. She took the purchases to the storage area and kitchen. Father stood staring at her, a troubled frown on his face.
“Father. I wouldn’t make this up. I love Joseph and I love my family. I do not wish to hurt anyone.”
He walked up to her and hugged her. “I sincerely hope so.”
Abby followed her parents into the kitchen. What was going on in her happy family? Had Mary just made them fall apart?
“She’s with child, Jehoram. She has shamed herself and our family! I would never have thought that her and Joseph…” Mother was weeping into her hands.
Father hugged her from behind. “Let’s give her the benefit of the doubt.”
“It’s too fanciful. She’s so troubled by her pregnancy that her mind is playing tricks on her. I know Mary. She’s always talked strangely of spiritual things.”
“She has an enquiring mind. Maybe that’s why God has chosen her for something. I don’t understand what though.”
“I’ll have to see the angel myself to believe it, Jehoram.”
“Now, we don’t know if she’s pregnant yet. Let’s keep this quiet still.”
“Okay.” She continued to sob quietly as she unpacked the purchases.
Abby prepared the supper, her heart torn. She believed Mary but her mother’s doubts began to sink into her heart. Maybe Mary was hiding something. She just couldn’t imagine her sister and the respectable Joseph doing something so shameful though. What would happen if anyone found out? Would they stone them? She shivered as she mixed the meat and vegetables in the clay pot.
Mary decided to be quiet about her angelic visitation. Her mother’s sullenness and anger towards her since had hurt deeply. She somehow couldn’t speak to Joseph. If he didn’t believe her, what would he think? It would be worse. He would think that she had had an affair with another man. That would break his heart! He may break the betrothal. Then she would lose the very man that she had fallen in love with, the man she was so thrilled would be her husband in just over five months. Maybe he would understand. He did seem to feel the same way about God that she did. But what if he didn’t? She suspected that she was pregnant because she’d missed two periods. It had been two months since the angel had appeared to her. The thought of having a special child thrilled her in her quiet moments. She felt awed that God had chosen her. Why had God chosen a poor woman like her without any special background or knowledge of the law? Maybe He wanted someone who was dependent on Him every step of the way. She certainly was. While she prepared lunch to take to her father at his new work, she remembered what the angel had said about her cousin, Elizabeth. She wanted to speak to someone else who had been touched by God’s miracle-working power. Elizabeth would surely understand what had happened to her.
Her mother appeared in the kitchen, looking flustered. “Have you seen Joseph lately, Mary?”
“No. He’s been very busy running the business by himself. I didn’t want to disturb him.”
“You’re avoiding him. Maybe we should bring the wedding forward if you are with child. Are you sure you’re with child?”
“It’s been two cycles Mama. Mother, it’s not Joseph’s child. How shall I explain it to him? If you don’t believe me, he won’t either.”
“How could you do that to the man you are betrothed to?”
“Mama, you think that I would do that? The child is from the Holy Spirit.”
“I don’t know, Mary.” Her mother sniffled quietly. “I don’t know what to think. I’m just so disappointed. You had a perfect life set before you with Joseph. Things were really looking up for our family.”
“So all you care about is what people think of us?”
“No, Mary. I care that you have sinned. You have broken the law severely. You know what the punishment is. And you have destroyed all prospects of a happy marriage.”
“I have not sinned, Mother.”
“Now you are deceived.”
“I shall leave now. Father must be hungry.” Mary stomped out the house. If the Holy Spirit was upon her, why was she so angry and so unhappy? Why couldn’t her mother understand? Why hadn’t God opened her mother’s eyes to the truth? Maybe she’d dreamt the angel’s appearance.
“No!” she exclaimed out loud. She knew that it was true. She knew that something marvelous had happened to her. She just had to hold onto the angel’s words that she was favoured by God and that He was with her. He would help her.
She found the mansion that her father was working at and knocked on the gate. Her father came to the gate, covered in sand and leaves but his face was rosy with work and purpose. It was good to see him happy again. He looked at her and his face fell. Her heart pinched with pain. Was she causing her father sadness now?
“Father, I brought your lunch today. Abby is assisting Joanna with her dresses and couldn’t make it. Are you alright?”
“I worry about you, Mary. Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, Abba. I’m well.”
“You need to speak to Joseph. He wishes to talk to you. We haven’t told him what you told us.”
“I cannot see Joseph yet.”
Her father’s eyes grew dark. Did he not trust her either now?
“I must hurry before my lunch is over.” He took the lunch and turned away.
“Bye, Abba.” Mary walked home with a heavy heart. She didn’t know what to say to Joseph. She needed God to give her the words and she still didn’t have them. She needed to get away. She couldn’t face the feelings her parents were giving her. She decided to stop by Joanna’s house to see how Abby was doing. Joanna was marrying in four months and Abby was making her dress and her mother’s dress. She walked into Joanna’s living room and the two girls looked up from their work. The expressions on their faces made her feel uncomfortable.
“What’s wrong Abby?”
“Nothing, Mary. Why are you here?”
“I just came to see how you’re doing. How are you Joanna?”
“I’m fine, Mary.” Her voice was cold
“May I speak to you alone, Abby?”
“Yes.” She didn’t sound too happy.
Mary needed to get to the bottom of this. They walked outside and stood under a tree.
“What have you told Joanna about me?”
Abby looked away. “She asked about you and Joseph. Joanna used to love Joseph until Ben spoke for her.”
“I never knew that.”
“There are stories going around town already that you and Joseph are calling off the wedding.”
“What?”
“Mary, you need to speak to him. This vision of yours is making you crazy.”
“I cannot talk to him yet. I need strength from God.”
“Mary, please don’t do this. What man is going to want you if Joseph breaks it with you?”
Mary’s face paled. She’d never thought that. No, God’s will had to be done. God promised He would be with her. He will help her through this.
“Abigail, don’t you understand what God has done for me? He’s chosen me to bear a son who will be great. It’s a privilege. I cannot go against God. He will take care of me. It’s a miracle. I couldn’t understand it at first but then he said to me that Elizabeth is with child too.”
“Cousin Elizabeth? She’s so old now Mary. How can you be so sure?”
A new idea began to form in Mary’s mind. It solidified in one glorious moment.
“I shall go to her.”
“What? She lives near Bethlehem.”
“Joseph mentioned to Abba that his father was traveling to Bethlehem in two days. Maybe he will take me to Nain and I may travel with his father.”
“Are you out of your mind? You cannot go by yourself.”
“I have to Abby. I have no choice. I need to hear from God. Mama and Abba have turned against me.”
“Please don’t tear this family apart.” Abby ran back into the house.
Mary’s heart sank. What was God doing? Just when their family was happy again, now they were all turning against her. She had to go to Elizabeth. Surely she would understand.
Mary tried to calm the sinking feeling in her heart as she traveled on the camel from Nain with her future father-in-law. Joseph had been very troubled at her sudden desire to visit her cousin and was wondering if she was wishing to call off the wedding.
“No, Joseph. Of course not. I love you with all my heart. It’s just something I have to do. I shall explain it to you later.”
“I’ve hardly seen you the last two weeks. Are you avoiding me?”
“No.” She took his hand, tears in her eyes. “Just remember, whatever happens, I will always love you.” She had to walk away before he saw the fear in her eyes. She knew that she’d left him with questions and deep concerns. He’d been very careful to make sure she was provided for for her journey but he couldn’t look her in the eye as they parted. She’d hurt him and she hadn’t even told him yet.
Jacob was a serious, quiet man who hardly spoke on the journey except to check that she was faring well. She didn’t want to complain although her back ached and her throat was parched. She waited until they rested and then would lie down for a few moments or walk around. She wondered if it was the pregnancy because she felt queasy at times. Maybe it was the bumpy road. She tried not to think of her mother’s tears and father’s quiet anger as she’d told them of her journey but the thoughts troubled her with every turn in the road. When they at last reached Bethlehem she parted from Jacob, thanking him profusely for helping her. She waited at the gate of Bethlehem for Zechariah, having sent a message ahead that she was coming for a visit. After she had been waiting for only a short moment, she noticed him waiting on the inside of the gate.
“Zechariah!” she called. He spotted her and smiled. “Were you waiting for long?” He shook his head, still smiling. He beckoned to her with his hands. His face was beaming with joy but why wasn’t he talking? Maybe he had a throat infection or something.
“Zechariah, I’m so pleased to hear that Elizabeth is with child.” Zechariah looked at her surprised but said nothing. He took her hand and lifted her onto his second horse. Good thing Mary was familiar with riding horses as Joseph had given her some chances on their horse. They rode in a happy but puzzling silence along the country path to their home where Mary had visited as a child. She loved Elizabeth’s home. Although they had never had children of their own, they welcomed any other children with open arms and they doted on their animals. They had five horses, ten dogs and several cats (she’d never counted them) the last time she visited. Not to mention the chickens, guinea pigs and birds in a large cage. Zechariah was a priest in the temple and Mary had always considered him with such awe. She’d never thought they would have such an ordinary life though – the concept seemed a paradox. Mary nearly ran into the house as soon as Zechariah pulled the horses into the stable.
“Elizabeth, Elizabeth, where are you?” Mary called excitedly. Elizabeth came waddling from one of the rooms, her face full of joy. She was holding her swollen belly. She spoke out in a loud voice and Mary jumped after the quiet trip with Zechariah.
“You are blessed among women and blessed is the child you have in your womb!” She stood staring at Mary in awe. “But why has the Lord favoured me to have the privilege of the mother of my Lord visiting me?”
Mother of my Lord! Mary stared at Elizabeth and then she felt it, the same joy she saw on Elizabeth’s face. She felt a warmth flood through her whole being and knew it was the Holy Spirit. It was the same feeling she’d had when the angel had appeared to her. She touched her lower abdomen. Who was this child within her? The Lord Himself? The angel had said that He was the Son of God and that He would have David’s throne forever. He could only be the Lord Himself. Was He the Messiah?
Elizabeth ran up to Mary and hugged her. She held Mary at arms length to study her. “As soon as I heard you calling me, the baby in my womb leaped for joy.” She touched Mary’s face with love. “You’re a blessed woman because you believed what the Lord said would happen to you.” Tears flooded Mary’s eyes. God was pleased with her for standing her ground even when her family hadn’t believed. She felt joy flooding her being. She felt words filling her mouth. She looked at Elizabeth.
“Everything in my being glorifies the Lord for this. My spirit is rejoicing in God my Saviour, for He has considered the lowly state of His servant!” She was amazed that God had chosen a poor woman like her that came from a family of no particular social standing, in a small town called Nazareth. He had revealed Himself to the ordinary person! Just what she had been longing for.
“From now on all generations will call me blessed! The Mighty God has done great things for me!” She whooped for joy. “Holy is His name.”
Elizabeth’s eyes were shining.
“His mercy reaches out to those who fear him, from generation to generation.” The words of praise began to tumble out her mouth – words that she hadn’t even planned. A burning fire flowed from her.
“He has sent afar those that are proud in their deepest thoughts. He has taken down leaders on thrones and has instead lifted up the humble. He has filled the hungry with good things but sent the rich away empty-handed. He has now and still will help his servant Israel, never forgetting to be merciful to Abraham and His descendents forever, just as he promised our fathers.”
Elizabeth took both her hands and clung on to them.
“I’m so happy for you Mary. You have been given the greatest gift of all. A chance to live closely with the Lord of life, to get to know God in a way that none of us ever have.”
“Oh, Elizabeth. How long I have wanted God to reveal Himself to me.”
“God has always revealed Himself to you in His law and in His creation.”
“I know. But this – it’s so awesome. Oh Elizabeth, I am so glad that God has spoken to you. The last few months have been very trying for me. My family doesn’t believe that the child inside of me is from the Holy Spirit.”
Elizabeth looked at her and a deep frown of concern clouded her face.
“Oh, my dear cousin. How awful for you to have gone through this. God has favoured you and your family has turned against you.”
“I haven’t told Joseph, the man I am betrothed to. I couldn’t face him.”
“God will give you the words at the right time.”
Mary grabbed Elizabeth’s hand. “Thank you. Thank you for understanding.”
“God has shown me the truth. He will show them in time. Now come sit for some curds and honey. You have had a long journey and you are pregnant. Your body needs restoration. I know.”
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