Remembering my son’s birth this year may be why Mary’s caught my attention recently. She did all this with Jesus. And although she’s never been the central figure of Christmas for me, I’m humbled remembering her.
Maybe when it’s all said and done, this is why I follow Jesus—why I’m a Christian. Because Jesus came in the flesh, died and rose in the flesh, ascended in the flesh, and will return for us in the flesh. Because underneath so much of my trying, I’m a little boy whispering, “Will you hold me? I love it in your arms.