Wednesday, December 22, 2004
I’ve been listening to Christmas music…getting jolly and all that junk. But some songs have struck me. “Mary did you know” and “Breath of Heaven”…both about Mary. The first expressing “to” Mary if she knew about Jesus and all the wondrous and amazing things he was going to do… the second…Mary’s point of view about getting ready to have Jesus. And the breath of heaven being the Holy Spirit…all very interesting. It got my mind working, however and I came up with this. Knowing that the bible has nothing like this in it, probably because of the personal nature of a conversation such as the one Mary and Joseph had.
There’s no way.
No possible way.
It’s not probable. Not possible.
How will he understand?
This doesn’t happen everyday!
He won’t believe me.
He won’t understand.
I’ve got to tell him, though.
Whether he believes me or not.
I’ve got to tell him.
Lord, God, Please help him understand.
Hi…Joseph…I have something to tell you…I saw an angel a couple months ago...
Should I really start out with mentioning the angel?
It was an angel of the Lord.
I’m going to sound ill.
He’ll probably run screaming from my house about how wicked I am.
Joseph, I’m pregnant. But not with a man’s baby…with the Lord God’s Son.
I know how crazy this sounds.
How improbable.
How wicked…deceitful it sounds…
But I have to do this.
There is no way I am not going to give birth to the Son of God.
…the Son of God…
Joseph has a right to know.
Oh Lord, I need You.
Help me say the right words.
Help him understand.
Because Lord, I will need him as well…
Well, I know I’m pregnant because an angel told me. That the Holy Spirit would come over me…Joseph, I know how strange this sounds, but please…
I can’t think. There’s no use preparing.
The words will come when I see him.
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Pregnant.
Pregnant!
Mary is pregnant.
I’m pregnant, Joseph, with the Son of God…
I just can’t marry her.
Not now.
She’s pregnant!
…with the Son of God…
The Son of God.
But did she expect me to believe that?
There’s no way she could…
Could she?
I didn’t think she would lie to me.
But I just can’t…not marry her.
The people…
Our family…
I can’t expose her…
No matter what I think she’s done…
The town doesn’t have to know.
Doesn’t need to know.
But I can’t marry her.
She’s pregnant.
Mary, I think it would be best if we didn’t go through with our planned marriage…
I won’t be able to stand the look in her eyes…
But I can’t marry her.
And I can’t let her be humiliated in front of everyone.
This is the only way.
Of course, we all know what ends up happening. Merry Christmas!
There’s no way.
No possible way.
It’s not probable. Not possible.
How will he understand?
This doesn’t happen everyday!
He won’t believe me.
He won’t understand.
I’ve got to tell him, though.
Whether he believes me or not.
I’ve got to tell him.
Lord, God, Please help him understand.
Hi…Joseph…I have something to tell you…I saw an angel a couple months ago...
Should I really start out with mentioning the angel?
It was an angel of the Lord.
I’m going to sound ill.
He’ll probably run screaming from my house about how wicked I am.
Joseph, I’m pregnant. But not with a man’s baby…with the Lord God’s Son.
I know how crazy this sounds.
How improbable.
How wicked…deceitful it sounds…
But I have to do this.
There is no way I am not going to give birth to the Son of God.
…the Son of God…
Joseph has a right to know.
Oh Lord, I need You.
Help me say the right words.
Help him understand.
Because Lord, I will need him as well…
Well, I know I’m pregnant because an angel told me. That the Holy Spirit would come over me…Joseph, I know how strange this sounds, but please…
I can’t think. There’s no use preparing.
The words will come when I see him.
-----
Pregnant.
Pregnant!
Mary is pregnant.
I’m pregnant, Joseph, with the Son of God…
I just can’t marry her.
Not now.
She’s pregnant!
…with the Son of God…
The Son of God.
But did she expect me to believe that?
There’s no way she could…
Could she?
I didn’t think she would lie to me.
But I just can’t…not marry her.
The people…
Our family…
I can’t expose her…
No matter what I think she’s done…
The town doesn’t have to know.
Doesn’t need to know.
But I can’t marry her.
She’s pregnant.
Mary, I think it would be best if we didn’t go through with our planned marriage…
I won’t be able to stand the look in her eyes…
But I can’t marry her.
And I can’t let her be humiliated in front of everyone.
This is the only way.
Of course, we all know what ends up happening. Merry Christmas!
Saturday, December 18, 2004
Being Truthful
I can’t really blame anyone. I fall into it myself. Truth- it’s a hard thing to do. That’s right, truth can be a verb. Amazing concept, but quite simple really. With some people, it’s something taken over the top. Anything and everything has to have their opinion on it…whether it’s nice or not. With others, they have to be nice. They want everyone to like them and get along. Because if one wrong word is said, then the friendship might go up in smokes. Then there’s the ones that are centered. They know when to say the right things, and when not to care about what they say.
Then there’s the truth of what you are. You have to put on a mask for everyone. No one can see the real you. The real person that is Joe Smith. That the physical and emotional bruises on your body and life have to be hidden- for fear of being seen as weak. Weak isn’t ‘cool’ or ‘popular’. Whether your heart was broken or you were raped, you can’t show it because that’s a weakness. Whether or not that word hurt you deeply or not, can’t be shown- oh no. Because you have to keep the peace! You have to stay sweet and calm. Whether or not your friendships are falling, your standards are slipping, you have to keep that face! You have to be what everyone else wants you to be! You have to be perfect! You have to live up to other’s expectations. You have to be as tough as them. If that slanderous word they used wouldn’t hurt them- it can’t hurt you.
It doesn’t matter if you feel worthless to people who you thought loved you- you have to keep that face. You have to pretend that the word ‘bitch’ and ‘cunt’ and ‘F you’ doesn’t mean anything.
It’s just too bad if it does.
Then there’s the truth of what you are. You have to put on a mask for everyone. No one can see the real you. The real person that is Joe Smith. That the physical and emotional bruises on your body and life have to be hidden- for fear of being seen as weak. Weak isn’t ‘cool’ or ‘popular’. Whether your heart was broken or you were raped, you can’t show it because that’s a weakness. Whether or not that word hurt you deeply or not, can’t be shown- oh no. Because you have to keep the peace! You have to stay sweet and calm. Whether or not your friendships are falling, your standards are slipping, you have to keep that face! You have to be what everyone else wants you to be! You have to be perfect! You have to live up to other’s expectations. You have to be as tough as them. If that slanderous word they used wouldn’t hurt them- it can’t hurt you.
It doesn’t matter if you feel worthless to people who you thought loved you- you have to keep that face. You have to pretend that the word ‘bitch’ and ‘cunt’ and ‘F you’ doesn’t mean anything.
It’s just too bad if it does.
