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Pregnant with Promise
Pregnant with Promise - a Christmas Poem 2017
I had always been told one day one woman would be chosen
Her
The epitome of goodness
Somehow deemed worthy
To bear the Christ
I never in my life
imagined it could be me
Just a young girl - Ordinary,
poor
I never had the air of royalty
Experienced a priveleged life
Gold, palaces, expensive clothes?
Never meant to be a fashinista
Sure my cousins were priests uh ...
but ... Me?
I was nobody, not special
An introverted dreamer
too prone
to wandering off alone
To wonder, to ponder, to think
Sometimes so distracted I forgot to eat and drink
"She's a real space case"
That's what they said
Their words echoed in my head
Too romantic
Come back to reality
The world is too harsh for all your fantasy.
Sensitivy.
No I was not her
And this was not the age of Messiahs and Miracles
This was the time of the Romans
No omen
or sign could dislodge them
The world was dark
Like the night sky over Nazareth
And I was small, insignificant
Not really meant
To change the World
No.
I was not her.
I could not see courage in myself
Little more than the desire to help
Adventure?
Indentured
more likely
Not the heroine of any story.
Nevertheless ...
He chose me.
It's not something I understand
How could anybody?
Angels.
Overshadowing.
Holy Spirit?
Son of God?
All I had was my humanity
And an empty space - my heart, my womb
Silent and vacant as a tomb
Untouched, untouchable, preserved, reserved
The invitation was given
The word spoken
I knew the Cost, the risk
Like I also knew I was born for this
That "no" was not a word to be said
To the Living God
He chose me
I had no illusions
It would not be an easy road
The weight , the load
of people's prejudice
While God called me righteous
I would be made scandalous
Giving up all earthly reputation
Enduring endless accusation
For heavenly honour
A wonderful idea, sure
For the distant future
For now?
They would see a young woman
Without virtue
Abandoned, worthy of death
At the mercy of her betrothed
A liar, concocting an unlikely story
Claiming Glory
To hide her shame
Protesting innocence
Placing blame
On God
The only One who Truly Knew
That I chose disgrace
To say yes to You
To be the first to carry
Eternal life inside me
Infinity in finite me
To nurture God's Son
Invited to the process
To love but not possess
To prepare One
Who would lay aside all reputation
And give His all
In death and resurection
For you and me,
All who would believe and receive
His life into ourselves
Beyond salvation
He has issued an invitation
He has asked permission to indwell
In us, in you
Letting Him fill
Every broken space,
every empty place
Carrying his life inside
To abide
To experience His life
To carry, to share His all
In a way that will show
Everywhere you go
His life is free
But there is a Cost - the Cross
Placing Your All in God's hands
Is something people don't really understand
But coming from me -
I said Yes to Him
I have no regrets
For You?
He chose you too
Please, don't hesitate to also say yes.
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