The Gift Of A Moment

(By Christina Gagnon)

Mary has been on my mind a lot these past few weeks, and I’m in awe of how well she comported herself. It’s not every day an angel shows up and tells you you’re going to have a baby and He’s going to be the Son of God. It took a lifetime to watch this message unfold.

“Wait” has been a keyword for me over this past year—and I am not the most patient waiter because I just want to get to the end of the story! I want to know what happens in the end. I want to be there. Then I’ll go back and catch the missing pages of the story. But life is not like that. Moments come sequentially. Only sequentially. Chronologically. Some quickly, running and jumping over each other like a clanging cacophony. Others come slowly, lingering, like that last rich mouthful of hot chocolate. But they always come in the same progression. The first one always comes before the next one and the next one always comes before the last one. I can’t skip moments to return to them later like I do the pages of a book. Even though I try to. 

I wonder if Mary tried to skip moments to get to the good part. I wonder sometimes when her old friends were mocking her mercilessly, if she ever thought, “Just you wait and see!” Did she feel vindicated when Joseph finally turned around and decided to marry her after all? When the baby finally did come, did she realize what Simeon meant when he proclaimed the blessing over her baby? Did she ever wonder when she would see the reality of who this chubby, dimpled, cooing bundle of joy really was? Did she realize what that sword through her heart would be? How tender of our Father to warn her of that. Did she feel like she was waiting? Did it feel long to her? Did she ever wish she could skip over the mundane parts of her life like the dishwashing and the endless meals to be prepared and just get to the good parts?