Mary is my favorite

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Our barn at the Walker Road house.

“And the angel came in unto her, and said, Hail, thou that art highly favored, The Lord is with thee: blessed art thou among women.
And when she saw him, she was troubled at his saying, and cast in her mind what manner of salutation this should be” Luke 1:28-29

I grew up on a small family farm. I remember only one Christmas that my parents decided to try to get six little kids to act out the Christmas story. I was the second child, oldest girl. I wanted to be Mary, and probably because I was the oldest child, they let me. After getting dressed up in all our garb, we trudged down to the barn where the goats lodged. That is the barn above.  We took them out to the woods behind it, to do the reenactment. I remember my brother Max was Joseph. I remember sitting on the goats back, trying to at least. Goats don’t fancy people sitting on them. The other children must have been shepherds or animals (probably shepherds, there were plenty of animals in the barn)…I don’t remember much more than that.  And I don’t know why this event stands out in my mind.

Mary has always intrigued me.  There is precious little said about her, and yet her influence is great.  At Christmas time, I think about her a lot…how she must have felt when the angel came to her, when she realized she was pregnant, when she agonized over how to tell Joseph…certainly she wouldn’t have been the yelling mom like I was.  I’m sure she was more patient, and more kind.  I know what a barn smells like.  Honestly.  I can’t imagine giving birth in one.

from Bruce R McKonkie

“Though heaven was his habitation and earth his footstool, he chose to lie as an infant in a manger, surrounded by horses and camels and mules.  Though he laid the foundations of the earth, and worlds without number had rolled into orbit at his word, he chose to come into mortality among the beasts of the field.  Though he had worn a kingly crown in the eternal courts on high, he chose to breathe as his first mortal breath the stench of a stable.”

And Mary.  Well.  There is no record of her ever complaining about anything.  She is my favorite.

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