What's Going to Happen to You, Mary?

We have been neglecting our sweet, Mary's diary lately, and she has her own troubles. Let's see what they are.

29 Nissan

April 21

Dear Diary;

           With tears in my eyes, I must admit this has been a low time

for me. My feeling of dwelling in heavenly places has faded to

a rather forlorn memory, and I am not well! After scattering a

few kernels of corn to our flock of chickens, I crept behind the

goat-shed to be sick. It did not relieve the queasiness much.

           Four Shabbats have passed since the Shining One paid

me a visit. Nay, it is already six weeks. I am feeling so ill. I

thought I had been able to conceal my queasiness fairly well,

but Imma has noticed me merely picking at my food for the

last several days. Knowing my mother the way I do, I am not

at all surprised that she was concerned. She shooed the little

ones, Dorcas, and Naomi, off to play, and sent Hana on an

errand. Then we had the heart to heart talk I had been longing

for. She is just the kind of mother who takes to heart anything

that affects the lives of her loved ones and wants to help them.

At first, Imma was amazed when I told her I was with Child by

HaShem. Nay, astounded would be more the correct word. As

I unfolded the narrative, and she plied me with questions, her

amazement turned to delight, then holy wonder.

            “Oh Mary’am, Mary’am,” she breathed. “How is it that

El Shaddai has considered our family worthy of such a high

honour?” I think she marvelled more at the fact I had seen an

angel than anything, at first, and questioned me much about

how the Heavenly Being looked. Then she grew quiet and

thoughtful as the reality of my condition began to sink in.

            “The Mother of the Mashiach,” she murmured in a hushed

voice. “Your father and I have sometimes discussed it, and in

our longing hoped it would come in our generation. But to

us! How can it be that Yahweh would choose us, and Nazareth

would seem like such an unworthy town,”—she gestured

with her hands, and shrugged; “With all that high taxation

going on, so many from here have left off making an honest living,

and have taken up banditry in order to put a morsel of food in their

children’s mouths.  Yet you are a virgin even as HaShem commanded!”

She fell silent, and straightened the tassels on the prayer shawl she was

embroidering with the Star of David. When she looked up to meet my gaze,

I saw that her gentle brown eyes were troubled.

            “Oh Mary’am, we had never considered the

implications, before . . .”
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