- May 5, 2012
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This morning's lectionary reading was the Annunciation, and the sermon was about Mary and motherhood and the spiritual symbolism of motherhood and so on. Our priest talked about Mary's humanity and ordinariness, but then he took it in the direction of how mothers provide a warm, stable home place for the family, and I realized that that's a man's view of motherhood -- if we do our jobs well, that's what our families see us providing for them. But it's a view of motherhood from the outside, not the inside.
I like our priest, but he has never actually given birth. And, I've been thinking quite a bit about the poem that @Paidiske posted (A Christmas reflection). What I wished our priest had said, but maybe couldn't because of his own limited experience, is that Mary is like us, because she was a mother. She knew that combination of joy and terror that comes when you learn you're pregnant. She had the nausea and backaches of pregnancy. She knew the fears of carrying a baby -- what if I eat the wrong thing, what if I get sick, what if I fall? She went through childbirth itself and (as the poem describes) the difficulties of nursing.
Someday, I want to hear a woman preach about Mary, and preach it in the first person plural. This is what we go through, and Mary was like us, doing the painful and exhausting work of motherhood, to bring God into the world.
I like our priest, but he has never actually given birth. And, I've been thinking quite a bit about the poem that @Paidiske posted (A Christmas reflection). What I wished our priest had said, but maybe couldn't because of his own limited experience, is that Mary is like us, because she was a mother. She knew that combination of joy and terror that comes when you learn you're pregnant. She had the nausea and backaches of pregnancy. She knew the fears of carrying a baby -- what if I eat the wrong thing, what if I get sick, what if I fall? She went through childbirth itself and (as the poem describes) the difficulties of nursing.
Someday, I want to hear a woman preach about Mary, and preach it in the first person plural. This is what we go through, and Mary was like us, doing the painful and exhausting work of motherhood, to bring God into the world.