My Soul Glorifies the Lord

This time of year, we spend a lot of time talking about Mary – a very young woman, pregnant out of wedlock, giving birth in a stable. We talk a lot about the joy she must have felt – the joy of being a mother, the joy of knowing that God was using her to bring his son into the world. Lately, though, I've started to wonder about the things Mary feared. She had been promised wonderful things, but she was also promised pain: “And a sword will pierce your own soul too" (Luke 2:35).

If there's one thing basically every mother I've ever met has in common, it's that they worry. And the worries of a mother in the developing world are on a whole different scale from those of many of the mothers I know. Did these things bother Mary, too? Mary's first response to the angel was, after all, to be "greatly troubled" (Luke 1:29).

I wonder if Mary worried about practical things. In Bolivia, I’ve met mothers who have little to nothing to feed their children, and I wonder if Mary, Joseph, and Jesus ever lacked food. On the journey to Bethlehem and when they fled to Egypt, did they ever wonder where their next meal would come from? They were a poor family, after all. Did Mary ever go without food so that her little boy could eat?

Did Mary worry about the dangers of childbearing? I have no idea what the maternal mortality rate was in the Roman Empire back then, but I imagine it wasn't very good. Did Mary ever worry about if she would survive to see her son grow up, to realize the promises the angel had made? As far as we know, the promises she received included nothing about what would happen to her.

Mary must have had at least moments of doubt and fear, of wondering how this was all going to work out and if she was doing what it was that God had picked her to do. Yet, in all of this, she sang,

My soul glorifies the Lord
and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior,
for he has been mindful
of the humble state of his servant.
From now on all generations will call me blessed,
for the Mighty One has done great things for me—
holy is his name.
His mercy extends to those who fear him,
from generation to generation.
He has performed mighty deeds with his arm;
he has scattered those who are proud in their inmost thoughts.
He has brought down rulers from their thrones
but has lifted up the humble.
He has filled the hungry with good things
but has sent the rich away empty.
He has helped his servant Israel,
remembering to be merciful
to Abraham and his descendants forever,
even as he said to our fathers.
Luke 1:46-55

This Christmas, I’m praying for a bit more of Mary’s courage, and for all of the mothers around the world who share some of her fears. And I am praising the God who “has filled the hungry with good things” – who sent his Son to become fully human, to share in our sufferings, our hopes, and our joys.