God pushes at the boundaries, always wants to know
what will happen if…
Let
there be light! Sky! Land! Sea! Plants! Stars! Sea creatures! Flying creatures!
Animals that live on land! Let there be creatures made in out likeness!
Like Mary.
The girl who talks back to an angel: you might be an expert in angel matters, but
you don’t know very much about human bodies…
The mother who doesn’t take any nonsense from her
son: I don’t care if you haven’t prepared
a turn; this is a big social occasion, and no-one gets to just sit it out…
The woman who is not afraid to tell Jesus that he
is losing his mind…
The woman who doesn’t care if you are a Roman
centurion: that’s my son you are
executing, and you’ll have to do it around me, because I am not stepping aside.
Mary pushes at the boundaries, always wants to
know what will happen if…
Feisty.
Zechariah talks back to the angel, and is
silenced. His motive is not inquisitiveness as to God’s permission-giving,
life-releasing imagination, but hesitation: give
me some guarantee. Mary, on the other hand, is all, I wonder what would happen if…well, no going back now!
Do
not fear, said the angel.
I’m
not afraid, replied Mary. Just momentarily overwhelmed by so many possibilities at once.
And then she composed herself, and said, Come on then, let’s go on an adventure.
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