The Story of Christmas from Jesus’ Mother
Do you love to hear a good story? I enjoy stories passed down through generations and in literature. And I’m especially fond of stories told as first-hand accounts of actual events. But what about the story of Christmas?
Have you read the Christmas story in the Bible? How have others told the story?
I wonder how Mary, the earthly mother of Jesus, felt and experienced the birth of the Christ child. Or, what it was like to see Jesus grow into a man and fulfill His mission.
Perhaps Mary’s thoughts went something like this.
The Story of Christmas: First Breath of Grace
He took His first breath. The first breath of grace. Wrapped in a swaddling cloth, though adorned with royal titles. Wonderful. Counselor. Prince of Peace. Holy King. Immanuel. The Ancient of Days.
He took His first breath. The first breath of grace. Wrapped in a swaddling cloth, though adorned with royal titles. Wonderful. Counselor. Prince of Peace. Holy King. Immanuel. The Ancient of Days. Click To TweetThe Lamb of God created the star placed in the heavens to announce His arrival. The light of the world.
I held Him in my arms, so overjoyed. Barely minutes old and seemingly fragile. But this baby embodied the fullness of the Godhead. Such power later demonstrated when He cast out evil spirits and even raised the dead to life again.
I studied every feature as mothers do when handed a newborn. Gazing intently at Him, I saw the goodness and greatness of God.
The Story of Christmas: Child to Man
Looking into His eyes, they would one day see into the hearts of men. I watched His mouth when He yawned or cried, wonderful, powerful and life-giving words He later spoke. Commanding even the winds and waves to obey Him.
Placing my hand on His chest to sense a strong heartbeat. The day was coming when His heart—broken and betrayed by many—offered forgiveness to all.
I held His hands and noticed His little fingers. The same hands would gently caress those who needed comfort and healing. Touch eyes restoring sight. His hands stretched out to give us love and life, pierced by nails.
I examined His feet. Yes, five toes on each one. I’d felt them kicking inside me. These feet carried Him to speak to the masses, walked on water and were pierced with nails.
Embracing Him as a mother tenderly draws her child close, snuggling Him near to my chest. Yet, His embrace offers us more warmth and security than any earthly mother ever bestows.
How ironic I nursed Him to sustain His physical life, whereas He is the very Bread of Life.
I delighted in watching Jesus grow from child to man. There was no one like my Jesus: His smile, voice, presence and spirit. Possessing great compassion, humility, love and tenderness.
The Story of Christmas: Calvary’s Cross
Then, I found myself at the foot of the cross sobbing. Why, son?
“Though he was in the form of God…he emptied himself, by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men…he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross.
Therefore God has highly exalted him and bestowed on him the name that is above every name, so that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.” Philippians 2:6-11 (ESV)
Besides being His mother, I also welcomed Jesus into my life and heart. I worshiped Him as Lord and Savior. And He desires that you welcome Him into your life and heart.
Because His Holy Word shouts, “Lift up your heads, O gates! And lift them up, O ancient doors, that the King of glory may come in. Who is this King of glory? The Lord of hosts, he is the King of glory! Selah” Psalm 24:9-10 (ESV)
(Mary, the mother of Jesus)
“Lift up your heads, O gates! And lift them up, O ancient doors, that the King of glory may come in. Who is this King of glory? The Lord of hosts, he is the King of glory! Selah” Psalm 24:9-10 (ESV) Click To TweetThe Lord of Hosts
Have you heard the Christmas story? Is the Lord of hosts, the King of glory, Jesus, alive and well in your heart?
The Lord of hosts came that first Christmas night in Bethlehem for all who are willing to welcome His glory into their hearts and lives.
The Lord of hosts came that first Christmas night in Bethlehem for all who are willing to welcome His glory into their hearts and lives. Click To Tweet
Lord, we swing open wide the gates of our life and the door of our heart for your grand entrance as we worship you, the King of glory.
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Mary is more blessed than we could ever comprehend. Her feelings and actions were amazing. Great message Karen. Merry Christmas!
Yes, indeed, Melissa. “Lift up your heads, O gates! And lift them up, O ancient doors, that the King of glory may come in. Who is this King of glory? The Lord of hosts, he is the King of glory! Selah” Psalm 24:9-10 (ESV)
Karen, I absolutely love how you’ve imagined Mary’s reaction to the birth of Jesus. Overwhelmingly beautiful!
Merry Christmas to you and yours, my friend!
Thanks, Martha. You bless me. Like Mary, may we remember his royal titles: Wonderful. Counselor. Prince of Peace. Holy King. Immanuel. The Ancient of Days.
Absolutely beautiful post. As moms, we know some of those same feelings Mary felt. Your words painted a beautiful portrait of this Godly woman. Thanks. Merry Christmas
Thank you, Yvonne. When we, too, gaze intently at Jesus, we see the goodness and greatness of God.
Absolutely beautifully worded portrayal of the tender mama heart of Mary!💞 Those amazing, yet overwhelming feelings of pure joy and a fullness of heart and soul, with the incredible addition of the knowledge that this tiny little baby is The Great I Am!
Thank you, Karen, for this beautiful Christmas gift! I weep tears of joy as I read your message with a full and grateful heart! 💕 He is our Lord and Savior! Yes, The Great I Am!! 🙏✝️❤️
Thanks so much for your kind and encouraging words, Valerie. Such tender thoughts to ponder Mary’s life and heart. Grateful to know the Great I am! Lord, we swing open wide the gates of our life and the door of our heart for your grand entrance as we worship you, the King of glory. Merry Christmas!
I loved this. I have often wondered how a young girl was able to handle this wonderful gift. Her awe in raising Jesus must have been amazing.
I wrote a book with the innkeepers daughter telling the story of Jesus’ birth. It’s called This Babe So Small. You can email me at Jannwmartin@gmail.com to get a copy for $10.
Thanks for sharing, Jann. I remember your guest post about his book on my blog. It is a wonderful story and makes a great gift anytime of year.
It’s a relief to know that Mary had no idea of all those ways that Jesus would serve and how he would lay down his life, for He was her tiny baby. The Jews at that time expected Messiah to come riding in on a warhorse to defeat the Romans. Having a Suffering Servant Messiah was not on their agenda. Mary, however, did witness all that you described as she followed him on the way to the cross and stood with the apostle John at Jesus’ feet as he died. Mary was also called upon to make an offering, the gift of her Son to all the world!
Melinda, you summarized it so well. Jesus was not the messiah many expected and I’m sure Mary’s experience brought many hard and troubled times, wondering how to manage it all. And I never thought about this, “Mary was also called upon to make an offering, the gift of her Son to all the world!”
beautiful. sharing everywhere!
Appreciate your encouragement and sharing! Thank you, Mandy. Merry Christmas.
A beautiful picture of the Gospel through the eyes of Mary. And a sword would pierce her heart. Merry Christmas, Karen. God bless!
Nancy, to think of how she felt him kicking inside her, but his feet trod so many places and were pieced by nails. Oh, to have beautiful feet who bring good news.
How her heart must have held many emotions at times, to raise him as a child that needed her, but then later looking to him as her savior. He was both her son and savior, and her feelings must have been so strong at times, with the two both present.
Theresa, we really can’t imagine what her heart and life carried in great joy and many sorrows. So glad the Lord of hosts came that first Christmas night in Bethlehem for all who are willing to welcome His glory into their hearts and lives.
So much to love about this perspective, and this marvelous post. Thank you Ms. Karen. God’s blessings, and Merry CHRISTmas ma’am.
Jesus, the goodness and greatness of God. Merry Christmas.
Beautiful and plausible offering of Mary’s possible perspective of the Christmas account.
May we approach her Son with the same humility she did!
Ava, yes, to model the humilty of the King of kings and Lord of lords is to become more like him.
Beautiful! As a mom, I often wonder what Mary must have thought at all this, and how she handled everything. She is a magnificent role model who points to our ultimate role model, Jesus!
Thanks, Jessica. It couldn’t have always been easy as the mother Jesus. Yet, Mary is so revered and honored in scripture. Merry Christmas!
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