by Kim Robinson
“When they saw the star, they were overjoyed. On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him. Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh”
(Matthew 2:10-11, NIV).
I love Christmas. The thought of Jesus entering our world to be with us fills me with such warmth and joy. He took on human form as a baby, refugee, son, brother, and working carpenter. This cherished wonder calls me to move out of my distractions into my calling as a writer. The account of Mary’s story particularly motivates me.
Mary had lived peacefully in Bethlehem. Imagine how she felt when these great men showed up, worshiped her son, and gave such remarkable gifts fit for a king. To further unsettle her heart, a dream warned Joseph to get up and flee with his wife and child to Egypt in the middle of the night. And flee they did.
This young mother would have scrambled to create some semblance of order and peace for her family. Then news came of Herod’s brutal murder of all the other women’s wee sons in Bethlehem. Could she have warned them? She could do nothing to console her former neighbors and friends. She remained in hiding to protect her own son’s life. Her obedience despite unthinkable hardship inspires me.
Matthew recounted Mary’s story, providing a glimpse into the bigger picture of her world. Access to the temple and along roads from the Far East through Judea, the Decapolis, and into Egypt all existed under the brutal Roman military presence.
Like Matthew, God calls us to write, refine, and publish the themes and stories he stirs in us. Like Mary, we live in a bigger picture with machinations of political, economic, and social influences that operate within God’s plans. In that context, each of us carries our burdens of anxiety and grief as we seek to fulfill our Lord’s purposes.
God has divine appointments for each of us, as part of the tapestry he weaves. He alone knows where the messages we pen will travel. I doubt Mary imagined the details of her story would touch our hearts thousands of years later.
Sisters and brothers of the Lord’s pen, let us dismiss our distractions so we may write, share, and write again.
Father, thank you for Mary’s story and my calling. We know that you can do all things and that the wondrous purposes you have for each of us cannot be thwarted. Thank you. Amen.
A former Oregon and Alaska schoolteacher, Kim Robinson’s favorite position was teaching English and Bible to missionary crew’s teens aboard the hospital vessels of Mercy Ships in Africa. This woman of faith—and many adventures—currently lives in the Pacific Northwest, where she is delighted to serve the Lord as a writer, copy editor, and encourager of faith.