Rambling Rumbles of Advent

So it’s the season of Christmas. December 1. Outside my house is cloudy, dreary, and just plain ugly. Tomorrow is the first Sunday of Advent.  I don’t remember ever hearing about Advent as a child. If I did it was probably in hushed tones, that I took for scandalous. I probably thought Advent, like Lent (another thing we didn’t take notice of), was a Pentecostal thing and not something good Baptist little girls partook in. Which is, in and of itself, quite laughable. I never was one to consider myself a good, little girl, Baptist or not. 

A few months ago I expressed on Facebook how much I wanted to approach this holiday season differently, with more intention, instead of in my usual haphazard way. I wanted to enjoy it more. I asked how my friends accomplished that monumental task. One friend brought me a book she had read, Loving My Actual Christmas. (If you’re looking for a review of that book, keep looking. That isn’t the point of this post. Chances are I will review the book some day, but that some day is not this day.) Alexandra Kuykendall wrote it to read much like a blog post. Maybe it started that way? I don’t know. But anyway, I’m digressing.  

As I was reading this book while selling honey at the Farmer’s Market this morning I had to sit back and wonder on some things. I pondered Mary. We have over the course of the last two thousand years made much of Mary. I we have elevated her to near God-hood. But think about this with me for a moment. 

She was ordinary. She was just an ordinary Jewish girl. There was nothing spectacular about her. Do you ever wonder why God chose her and not some other girl? Do you ever wonder what she was doing when the angel appeared to her? Did she have any idea what was about to come? Did she have a sense of something great looming on her horizon?

Because what was looming on her horizon was the greatest thing to ever loom on anyone’s horizon. That moment in time changed time, not only Mary but all of us and for all time. There had never been a moment just like before and there hasn’t been one since. 

I doubt Mary had any idea what was really happening and what it would mean to her and to all of us for all time. Did she think that two thousand years ago her story would be told? 

What happened to Mary changed not only her life, but He changed mine too. That moment in time changed the trajectory of the world. 

…And we beheld His glory, glory as of the only begotten from the Father, full of grace and truth.

John 1:14

For a brief moment, human eyes beheld the God who created the universe. The Most Holy God was clothed in the flesh of man, birthed by an ordinary girl.