“And they went with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby lying in a manger. And when they saw it, they made known the saying that had been told them concerning this child. All who heard it wondered at what the shepherds told them. But Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart. And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen, as it had been told them.” Luke 2:16-20
As I read these verses, I realized why God chose Mary to give birth to His son. Among His many reasons, I suspect her ability to think before she spoke and knowing when to remain silent were just a few of them.
God had a plan. Mary was part of that plan. God, the Father of Creation, could have appeared suddenly on the scene as a man. But, God in His goodness chose a woman – what we might consider a teenager – to give birth to this little, tiny baby. No fanfare. No riches. Born of a virgin. Born in obscurity. Jesus. Sweet Jesus.
Mary of all people had every reason to defend herself. She had every reason to be happy, excited, amazed, and scared. She had every reason to shout from the mountaintops that she had just bore Israel’s long-awaited Messiah.
She could have very easily said, “You betcha, Mr. Shepherd! My baby is special. My son is a God’s Son. My son is God in the flesh. My son is God with us. The Prince of Peace who will weather the cruelest of storms.” Instead, she pondered. Mary knew God’s will was in motion. God’s work was underway. She would play an important part. Yet, her job was to mother; not convince. To support; not convict. To obey; not defend. Her job was to carry and bear God a Son. Her job was to raise the Man who was the Savior of all mankind.
Mary had a great deal to think about. So, she did.