The Master of the Universe Born a Baby

The promised Messiah, whose voice sounds like rushing waters, who holds the key to death and Hades, also grew in secret in Mary’s womb. He kicked and elbowed as all babies do, and came at the appointed time, though I’m sure it didn’t seem right to Mary and Joseph. Jesus welcomed small—he welcomed limits—as the pathway to love. I imagine Mary breathed through the contractions, giving herself to the process of her own opening body, with the same acceptance that she had told the angel: “May it be to me as you say.”

May it be as you say. These are not the words of inaction or…