We are acquainted in some measure with Mary, the girl “blessed…among all women” who was chosen to give birth to Jesus. One day in her young life, an angel appeared. It may have started off as a very ordinary day for Mary, though it certainly did not end that way. The angel carried to Mary two very precious things.
First, that angel brought Mary the word of God. What we interact with on a daily basis and hold as a complete Book of Books- never to be added to and never to be subtracted from- did not exist within Mary’s life. However, she received from the angel a short, intensely huge message from God. I am certain those words from God brought her so much. She literally was never the same person after hearing that word from God. How she must have treasured God’s Word and treasured it more deeply than we might fathom possible!
What more would she have asked for that day? But that was not all the angel brought! On that day, Mary received her very first glimpse of Jesus! If you had told Mary on the day previous that she would meet Jesus, she would not understand. Who is Jesus? She had no idea about this Jesus she had never met, never known to expect by that name, never heard named.
And the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God. And behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall call his name 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 father David, and he will reign over the house of Jacob forever, and of his kingdom there will be no end.”
And Mary said to the angel, “How will this be, since I am a virgin?”
And the angel answered 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 called holy—the Son of God.
Think of Mary! We have pages and pages of Scripture laying before us the Son of God in His humility, glory, and love. Mary received relatively so very little that day, but what a glimpse God gave her. She had met, for the very first time, her Savior Jesus.
Scripture records the praise that gushed from Mary; it overflowed as if it were impossible not to let it out. “My spirit rejoices in God my savior,” she praised God, and I find deep joy to think of the beauty of Mary’s joy. What was her joy? God Himself, Jesus, the Son of God! Words seem too simple to ponder these things. Think of Mary getting a very first look at Jesus. What did she see? Oh, that Jesus is wonderful!
Do we believe it? If we see it, as she did, we cannot help but believe. And how good He is! That joy of a precious Savior was not only for Mary, but for each of us also.
There is grace upon grace in Jesus and how much more! Let us hope–long and pray–to see Jesus. To see Him in the pages of Scripture, in repentance and faith, in our brokenness and need. Let us see Him in the stories of Mary and so many others, in the lives of dear saints across the globe. To see Him by His life within us and see Him when life on earth is spent. Surely as Mary did, we will find Him beautiful, personal, near and very dear. What a Savior Jesus!