Luke 1:26-38

In the sixth month the angel Gabriel was sent by God to a town in Galilee called Nazareth, to a virgin engaged to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David. The virgin’s name was Mary. And he came to her and said, “Greetings, favored one! The Lord is with you.” But she was much perplexed by his words and pondered what sort of greeting this might be. The angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God. And now, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you will name him Jesus. He will be great, and will be called the Son of the Most High, and the Lord God will give to him the throne of his ancestor David. He will reign over the house of Jacob forever, and of his kingdom there will be no end.” Mary said to the angel, “How can this be, since I am a virgin?” The angel said to her, “The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you; therefore the child to be born will be holy; he will be called Son of God. And now, your relative Elizabeth in her old age has also conceived a son; and this is the sixth month for her who was said to be barren. For nothing will be impossible with God.” Then Mary said, “Here am I, the servant of the Lord; let it be with me according to your word.” Then the angel departed from her.

When Mark and I talked about this Advent sermon series and he asked me to preach, he said, by the way, you get Mary.

You see, all sorts of theological conundrum surround Mary: the virgin birth; the catholic doctrines of her perpetual sinlessness and her bodily assumption into heaven. Myths have sprung up about her which Martin Luther said cannot be validated by scripture. But so, it is and has been.

We will focus on what she said and what she did in the high calling that God, through the angel Gabriel, laid on her. There are but a very few references to Mary and what she said in each of the Gospels.

Who in the Christian church and beyond, has not heard of Mary? I discovered that she is also mentioned in the Quran. Mary is central to the life of Jesus and to our remembrance of her in the seasons of Advent, Christmas, and Lent. She even has a place in our Lutheran worship book on page 57 -- a commemoration prayer for Mary, mother of our Lord.

What did this young Mary say about being chosen to be the mother of the Messiah and what did she say during his life that can shed light on her faithfulness, courage, and discipleship—and how can that inform our own faithfulness, courage, and discipleship?

To put it into the vernacular of today, I am guessing that after Gabriel told her she was favored, would conceive, and have a son and that she would name him Jesus, I think Mary said, “WAIT, WHAT?!!”

After all, she was a teenager living in the small, no count village of Nazareth. What and why was an angel of the almighty God appearing to her there with such startling news? According to St. Luke she did ask, how can this be since I am a virgin? Gabriel simply begged off saying that the Holy Spirit will take care of it and that the power of the Most High God will handle it. Could you, as a woman, have lived with that? Looking at Joseph’s response to stay with Mary, could I have lived with that?

Amazingly Mary simply said, “Here am I, the servant of the Lord; let it be with me according to your word.” Wow.

And the angel departed leaving Mary and Joseph with their shock, their questions, their amazement…and their decision to follow God’s plan going forward.

We learned last week that Mary traveled to have a conversation with Aunt Elizabeth about all of this and received good counsel and comfort. And then unexpectedly comes Mary’s beautiful song that we know as the Magnificat. It is such a soaring poetic proclamation recognizing the greatness of God who is strong in love and justice. This great song comes from the voice and heart of a teenager! We marvel at it still to this day.

We are told that Mary pondered all these things and kept them in her heart. That is a good place to keep the things we ponder regarding the mysteries of God.

So finally, the time came for Jesus to be born, and to fulfill the ancient prophecy of the birth to happen in the city of David, Joseph and Mary made the trip from Nazareth to Bethlehem – ninety-three miles so that Jesus could be born in the city of David. A long ride on a donkey. Mary was tough and Joseph was faithful and loyal.

In Bethlehem they found only a stable for the birth. (There is a Facebook meme showing up that has Mary saying, “Joe, I told you to make a reservation!”) I am not sure if that’s what Mary said or not.

But the birth took place with animals looking on…shepherds showing up and eventually Wise Men bringing gifts. I assume Mary greeted them with awe and maybe with suspicion, but her words are lost to antiquity.

But another dream came to the couple and told them that they had to make another difficult trip—this time to Egypt to protect the young Jesus from the wrath of Herod. Surely Mary was worried, but we don’t know what she said about it. Maybe only saying, “Joe, we must do it, we have to go.”

The trip to Egypt was again around ninety miles—walking and carrying a young boy...and perhaps sharing time on a donkey. Feeding him, changing him, protecting him—Mary did it all, again exhibiting great trust and faithfulness. We don’t know what Mary and Joseph talked about, but I’m sure she was pondering and keeping all these things in her heart. It seems that she had made up her mind to protect Jesus to witness to the tumultuous future of her son.

We that Jesus grew up in a family with siblings and parents who, even knowing that he was different, treated him like the others with care and love.

We do have some words that Mary spoke within the context of raising Jesus. When he was twelve years old and he took off on his own while in Jerusalem, Mary expressed her care and displeasure saying, “Child, why have you treated us like this? Look your father and I have been looking for you in great anxiety.” What parent today has not parroted that rebuke while raising our children? But Jesus simply said he was about God’s business and so Mary went home and again treasured all those things in her heart. She trusted God’s plan. Perhaps a lesson for us?

We hear what Mary said again at a wedding in Cana. The wine ran out, and exhibiting motherly sternness, she asked him to do something about it, but he pushed back just a bit asking her what that had to do with him, and she said with a flip of her head (my imagination) to the servants, “Do whatever he tells you.” We know the rest of the story and it was Jesus’ first miracle.

Later in the narrative, we get this scene from John’s Gospel: Meanwhile, standing near the cross of Jesus were his mother, and his mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. When Jesus saw his mother and the disciple whom he loved standing beside her, he said to his mother, ‘Woman, here is our son.” I imagine that Mary’s heart was too broken for her to blubber a word. She would only have been about 43 years old. Can we imagine?

So, we are left with only a few things that Mary said, and yet we get a vivid example of a simple, profoundly faithful, strongly courageous young woman who trusted God and who therefore is worthy of our emulation and remembrance as the mother of our Lord who is on the way. Amen, Come Lord Jesus.

Amen.

Luke 1:39-45

In those days Mary set out and went with haste to a Judean town in the hill country, where she entered the house of Zechariah and greeted Elizabeth. When Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the child leaped in her womb. And Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit and exclaimed with a loud cry, “Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb. And why has this happened to me, that the mother of my lord comes to me? For as soon as I heard the sound of your greeting, the child in my womb leaped for joy. And blessed is she who believed that there would be a fulfillment of what was spoken to her by the Lord.”

Like Hannah from last week, Elizabeth plays an important part in Mary’s story – and so the story of Jesus, too. However, Elizabeth, John the Baptist’s mother, is a contemporary of Mary and Jesus, less obscure, and more familiar to most of us than Hannah was. Still, Mary’s Aunt Elizabeth, for whatever reason, doesn’t make it into any of the other Gospels. And the two seem an unlikely pair.

Elizabeth was old. Mary … young. Elizabeth had been married for years to Zechariah, the priest. Mary was merely betrothed to a carpenter named Joseph. Elizabeth had tried and prayed and hoped to become pregnant but, unsuccessful, decided she was too old and barren for childbearing. Mary may very well have believed herself too young even to get pregnant – not to mention the whole issue of her virginity. This isn’t something she would have wanted, but there she was, “in the family way,” as they used to say; at least if what that angel said was true.

So you can’t help but wonder why Mary would want to visit with Elizabeth out there in the hill country. (Remember, that’s where we heard John the Baptist was, just this past Sunday, baptizing people out in the wilderness of Judea – apparently not far from where he was born and raised.)

- Maybe Mary was frightened of what her own parents might say, but knew she had this cool Aunt Elizabeth who would understand.

- Maybe Mary – in spite of all her best intentions to do the right thing by God – had thoughts of disappearing so that all of this might be kept a secret somehow.

- Maybe she wanted to confirm what the Angel told her: if her aunt really was pregnant after all these years, then perhaps what the angel had said about Mary really was going to happen after all, too.

- Maybe Mary hoped her Aunt Elizabeth could offer advice about what to expect and about what she could do to get ready for whatever was to come.

We may never know or be able to imagine all the things running through the mind of a young, pregnant, unmarried, first-century peasant girl as she made her way to visit Elizabeth, out in the wilderness of those hills. But I suspect at some level – no matter what her fears and plans might have been when it came to explaining all of this to her friends and family – Mary just needed to share it with someone who she knew would understand and who would love her, even if others might not.

See, I like to imagine Aunt Elizabeth – the wife of Zechariah … the priest, remember – was the kind of woman who laughed too loudly in polite company, and said more than she was supposed to sometimes; that maybe she even cussed a little – that she was a bit rough around the edges, for the wife of a priest, anyway. And I imagine the people in Judea loved her for it – and that so did Mary.

So I like to imagine Elizabeth was the cool aunt who explained things to Mary that she hadn’t learned at home, yet, about birds and bees, and babies – and about how all of this would have, should have, could have happened, had her lost virginity not been such a mystery.

And I like to imagine Aunt Elizabeth was a first century feminist, too – had there been a word or a way for such a thing in those days – who helped Mary see and even sing about the power a woman could hold – the power they both held, actually – alive in their wombs, growing in their bellies, that they would cradle in their arms, that they would gift to the world. The power to raise up their boys, I mean, to “cast the mighty down from their thrones,” “to raise up the lowly,” “to send the rich away, empty” and all the things Mary sings about and likely learned from Hannah, as we wondered about last week. Maybe Elizabeth was the one who prayed and unpacked and pointed all of that out to Mary during that visit.

Anyway, I imagine Mary had her suspicions about that angel and his promise to her – who wouldn’t?! – and that she wanted Elizabeth to tell her … to assure her … to promise her … that there was more than she could see about all of this at the moment.

See, that angel never told Mary to go and visit Elizabeth but I believe all of that is why Mary ran to see her: for camaraderie, for support, for encouragement, for someone with whom she could share common ground – for hope. I believe their visit was about one woman seeking another when she needed help, advice, a life-line, perhaps; someone to tell her this would be okay, in the end; that she could do this, after all; that she wasn’t as alone or as in danger or as unprepared and incapable as she must have felt … when she wasn’t talking to angels, anyway.

And isn’t that something all of us have felt at some time or another? Uncertain, overwhelmed, out of our element … afraid, alone, certain no one understands or has traveled this road before … unprepared, over our head, out of faith …

Like Mary, don’t we want to share questions with someone who’s asking them too? Don’t we want to name our fears with someone who’s been scared, just like we are? Don’t we want to be free to wonder, to dream, and to ask hard questions with a like-minded soul – with someone who’ll feel free to wonder and dream and ask hard questions, without judgment, right along with us?

Don’t we all long for someone – filled with the Holy Spirit, if we’re lucky, like Elizabeth was – to remind us how blessed we are; inside and out, even when it doesn’t always feel that way? Someone who’s always glad to see us coming, no matter what or when, and who welcomes us without reservation? Someone who can’t be shocked or surprised by whatever news we have to share – good, bad, something to celebrate or to be ashamed of, even. Someone to affirm that we’ve made the right, faithful choice – even when it’s hard, even when no one else is likely to agree? Someone to remind us of God’s place in our midst and God’s power in our life? Someone to show us how loved we are, not just to say it?

That’s who Elizabeth was to Mary, I believe. And I don’t think it’s too much to say that Elizabeth was a picture of Christ for Mary – and for all of us, still. Elizabeth was to Mary who Jesus means to be for each of us and for all people.

When we want someone who understands the questions we ask – God promises us Jesus.

When we want someone who knows about the things that scare us most – God promises us Jesus.

When we want someone who shares our pain and our joy and our dreams and our destiny – God promises us Jesus.

When we want someone to confirm and promise that we are, indeed, blessed in the eyes of our Maker – God promises us Jesus.

And, in the meantime, all of us need – or maybe we need to be for someone else – an Aunt Elizabeth.

Maybe we need – or need to be – one who listens without judgment.

Maybe we need – or need to be – one who believes the unbelievable on behalf of someone we love.

Maybe we need – or need to be – the one who encourages when others won’t, who loves when others don’t, who abides, who hopes, helps, comforts, commiserates; who shows up, sits with, supports, and stands by, no matter what.

Because that’s what she said… and what she did - Elizabeth for Mary, thanks be to God.

Because who knows what might have come of Mary, had Elizabeth not come through for her in the first place? Would she have found the practical help she was looking for? Would she have mustered the courage required to endure what was coming? Would she have found the faith it took … to answer her call … to do God’s bidding … to sing her song so that we could, too?

Amen. Come, Lord Jesus.

That's What She Said: Mary

That's What She Said: Elizabeth