Mary has just been visited by the Angel, Gabriel.
Okay. I need to sit down. Am I crazy? I think I just had a conversation with an angel. So, I am going to have a baby. Didn't see that coming. And the child will be the Son of God. Sheesh, no pressure.
Jesus is a fine name. Although it would have been nice to have a say in the whole name thing since I am carrying the baby. Just sayin'.
I am scared and troubled, but mostly honored and humbled that God has chosen me. Why me? Of course I will do what He asks, but can I handle such a huge responsibility? Can I raise the child that will be the Savior of the World?
And what will Joseph say? We just got engaged! How am I supposed to tell him this news? "Um, honey. I'm pregnant. Of course you know that you are not the father, but no other man is the father either. It is God's child." He is going to think I'm on the cannabis! This is not going to go well.
Joseph now knows that Mary is with child.
Well, that went better than expected. Joseph is such an honorable man. He chose to marry me, knowing that this is not his child. I thank God for sending that angel to tell Joseph that our marriage is God's will and that he will be Jesus' earthly father. Whew. God comes through again.
Mary Learns of the Census.
Seriously? Really, Caesar Augustus? I am about to burst here. I will have this baby at any time and we have to travel to Bethlehem to register for the Census? Now? Fantastic. There's nothing like bouncing around on the back of a donkey when you are full term. Oh, if Caesar Augustus only knew that I am carrying the Messiah, then maybe I wouldn't have to hurl myself onto a donkey and travel for days. But this is for me to know and the world to find out. And I am God's servant. I know that he will keep me from harm.
The inn is full. Nowhere to go. Mary is in labor. The couple find themselves in a stable, where she will deliver.
You have got to be kidding me. People are so rude. The innkeepers could not find a tiny space for me to HAVE A BABY? I was clearly in labor and they turned me away? Nice. Now, how am I going to have a baby in this barn full of animals staring at me. This is not how I pictured giving birth to the King of Kings. Not that I expect anything fancy; just maybe a more sterile environment is all.
Mary gives birth to baby Jesus.
Oh, he is beautiful. Look at this precious baby! He IS a gift from God. This child will spread the Word of God's love. This baby in my arms will save us all from our sins and give us eternal life. And soon the world will know. My heart is full. I will love him always. God give me the strength to be his mother.
Oh, great. No crib for a bed. I guess this manger will have to do. Honey, let's swaddle him and lay him in the hay. We all need to get some sleep. Raising the Savior of the World is going to be a tall order. Besides, I think we will have some visitors soon.
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