Mary and the Ways to a Good Death
December 21, 2014
Lectionary Scripture: Luke 1:26-38
You should have seen the shock on my mother’s face when she learned Nolan was raised Catholic. This fine lad she had met at the Potters House who earned her instant approval ...the news took her breath away.. Could her daughter be courting outside the faith? Nolan could have said he was Jewish or Muslim. You see my mother was your quintessential Methodist church lady, Bible study, church suppers and "What-a-friend-we-have-in-Jesus..."
“You’re a Catholic?” I kicked her under the table so she politely refrained from the follow-up question.” Don’t they worship Mary?”
Mary was a biblical image of my past that was relegated entirely to this season of Advent. Methodists clearly did not elevate her role in the story throughout the year, but at Christmas she was carefully placed in her designated spot looking over baby Jesus in the nativity set. I have collected creches for years and even now, the placement of Mary is done with great reverence. All little girls want to play her part in the annual pageant: Beautiful and mystical all in one. The regal, graceful, blue blanket draped around her sweet face. It so thrilling to pretend to be Mary. The year Colby was a baby, a church on 16th St was asking neighbors to participate in a 24-hour live manger scene. Never mind that my 6-month-old Colby was out in the cold laying in straw. I got to pretend I was Mary for an hour. But then January comes, we fold the cloth, pack her away for another year, and Mary retreats from our lives.