August 14, 2014: Mary, Mother of Our Lord
August 14, 2014: Mary, Mother of Our Lord
(Luke 1:46-55, NRSV)
On my first trip to
the Holy Land three years ago, we arrived in Tel Aviv, drove through Jerusalem,
and then on to Bethlehem, where our theological conference was to take place.
After dropping off our bags at the Lutheran guest house, my spouse asked: “OK,
what do you want to see first?” I didn’t even have to think about it. “The Milk
Grotto”, was my instant reply.
Sure, we were in the village
of Jesus’ birth. And yes, I wanted to see Manger Square and join the centuries
of pilgrims who have visited the spot in the basement of the Church of the
Nativity where Jesus is said to have been born.
But I had heard of
another place, around the corner and down a side street from the Nativity Church,
where both Christians and Muslims pray. It’s called the Milk Grotto. The story
goes that this is the spot where Mary and Joseph and little Jesus rested as
they were fleeing to Egypt. They stopped so Mary could nurse Jesus, and in
doing so, a drop of the milk spilled on the ground, turning the stone of the
cave a milky white.
It’s still one of my
favorite places, partly because of its quiet and peace in the midst of the touring
crowds. (Actually, both Bethlehem and Jerusalem could use more of those crowds
of tourists these days…)
I also love to visit
the Milk Grotto because I have a special devotion to Mary, Mother of Our Lord.
It’s sad to think that this can be a controversial statement to make as a Lutheran
Christian! Never mind the fact that Martin Luther himself had a devotion to
Mary. I keep hearing the voice of my grandmother in my head, who had been
taught that saints, icons, and “that Mary stuff” was “too Catholic”. Of course,
we heard about Mary during Advent, and even saw her on Christmas Eve (and
perhaps on Good Friday, at the foot of the cross), but at other times she was a
minor character in a show whose beginning, middle, and end was Jesus, Jesus,
Jesus.
Don’t get me wrong—I love
Jesus! The love he showed for the world on the cross is why I am not shy about
calling him Lord and Savior.
A pilgrim contemplating an image of Mary and Jesus, Church of the Holy Sepulchre, Jerusalem Photo by Carrie Smith |
But I can also be
inspired by the life of this young woman, who said “yes” to God when many
others would say “no way.” My heart can be opened to have compassion for
immigrants and non-traditional families when I remember Mary and Joseph, traveling
to Bethlehem and finding no room in the inn. Human bodies become holy temples
when I contemplate how a young woman was the one God chose to be Theotokos, the
“God-bearer” (and, by the way, the “Christ-nurser”!) And I can find strength to
face whatever comes, when I see Mary at the foot of the cross, facing the most
unimaginable pain, the loss of her child.
Above all, it is the
Magnificat, Mary’s powerful, prophetic song in Luke chapter 1, which inspires
and activates my faith. She sings of a God of both might and mercy, who
practices a preferential option for the poor, the voiceless, and the forgotten
of the world. This is the God I know, too. And this is the kind of
world-changing love we have seen in the cross of Christ.
Hail Mary, full of
grace; the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the
fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Almighty God, in
choosing the virgin Mary to be the mother of your Son, you made known your
gracious regard for the poor, the lowly, and the despised. Grant us grace to
receive your word in humility, and so to be made one with your Son, Jesus
Christ our Savior and Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit,
one God, now and forever. Amen.
(Evangelical Lutheran Worship, Prayer of the Day for
August 14, 2014)
Comments
Post a Comment