Mary: What an incomprehensible jumble of realities the mother of Jesus had to bear! No sooner was she cradling her long awaited baby than the prophet was exhorting her that this Child would cause the rise and fall of many, and that a sword would pierce even her own soul. Luke tells us, “But Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart.” It would seem that throughout His childhood years, Jesus’ mother and foster-father had always to live within a mystery, in which blessing and bafflement, worship and wondering were constantly interwoven.
And so it is for us. Mysteries abound. Some, like shepherds dozing in dark fields, do not seek Him, yet they find Him. Some, like wise men, seek Him tirelessly, and they, too, find the Savior. Some, like Herod, only seem to be seeking, and they do not find Him. We live and then die; we die and then live. Into our darkness, He brings His light. He gives us songs in the night . . .
“I will remember my song in the night; I will meditate within my heart, and my spirit ponders . . .” (Ps. 77:6)
May the Lord Emmanuel Himself visit you with songs of redemption in this blessed Christmas season!