Mary, Did You Hear?

She was so young when it all began. Betrothed to be married, yet still a teenager. Mary… a woman more to be esteemed than any other in history. “Highly favored by God”, said the angel, Gabriel. But it was no easy task, nor was it glorious, to be the center piece for God’s greatest miracle, the incarnation.

Mary, did you hear what the angel said to you? “You will bear a son, a baby conceived not by Joseph but by the Holy Spirit of Almighty God. The boy will be named Jesus, Savior of your people, but he will come to be known as the Son of God. Believe it, Mary, for nothing is impossible with God.” But how could she believe? Never before had a virgin given birth. She had never heard the Rabbis and teachers speak of Messiah coming in such a way. To whom could she confide when the pregnancy began? Who would believe her? Perhaps, she thought, her aunt, Elizabeth.

Mary, did you hear what Elizabeth said to you? “Mary, Mary, my dear Mary. You are so blessed. But why me? Why am I so favored to have someone so special come to my home, the mother of my Lord?” Oh Aunt Elizabeth. Through tears of joy Mary hugged and rejoiced that someone understood. Someone believed. Someone knew that it was true. Elizabeth’s unborn son leaped for joy in her womb, and that was enough for two women to believe. Mary stayed there until her pregnancy began to show. Just long enough, too, to witness the birth of Elizabeth’s baby, John, who would one day be the forerunner and baptizer of Jesus. Then she went home, to face family and friends. And to tell Joseph.

Mary, did you hear what Joseph said to you? “When you first told me you were pregnant I planned to divorce you quietly. It was impossible to believe, what you told me. But I was not willing to disgrace you, though that is what the law required of me. But while I considered this, I had a dream. God told me the same thing the angel told you. The baby is truly of the Holy Spirit. And God told me to marry you, and not be afraid of what everyone else would think. He told me, too, to name the boy Jesus. I do not understand, but I do believe. This baby, Jesus, will save us all from sin. Mary, I love you. And I believe.” Now there were three who believed. Three pillars of faith. And Mary could only marvel.

Mary, did you hear what the Magi said to you? “We have come from the east, following a most unusual star. It led us to this home, to this child. Your baby is King of the Jews, a Son of the Most High God.” They bowed before the baby, and worshipped. They left precious gifts, too. But it was because of this visit that the young family moved to Egypt, to escape the sword of Herod. What to believe? Must many baby boys be killed, all because Jesus was born? By a dream, another dream, Joseph knew to leave.

Mary, did you hear what Simeon said to you? She went to the temple, in Jerusalem, for her own purification, and for consecration of her firstborn. The Holy Spirit moved Simeon to take a stroll through the outer court, where a woman with a small baby might be found. Finding and recognizing the promised Messiah, only forty days old, he asked to hold the babe in his own arms. “This child will be extraordinary, causing many to stumble and fall, but others to be raised up into glory. He will reveal the very thoughts of men’s hearts. But, my dear Mary, your heart will be pierced, as by a sword, because of this child.” Through all the confusion, the turmoil, and the broken heart times that Mary would endure, she clung to the belief that her son Jesus was truly God’s redemption for mankind. Simeon, along with Anna, so simple yet faithful, were added to Mary’s growing group of believers.

Mary, did you hear what Jesus said to you? There he hangs, on that despicable cross. Disgraced. Humiliated. The lonely road that began with an angel’s visit now seems to end at the edge of a deep, dark precipice. But through his unbearable pain and anguish your son whispered something to you. Mary, did you hear it? “Dear woman, here is your son. John, here is your mother.” Joseph was gone. Her other sons were yet to believe. But here is a new pillar, one who knows and believes. Such love, tending to his mother Mary, while in the very moment, the very climax of the eternal plan of redemption. Such incredible love. Love born in a stable, nurtured in the home of Mary and a simple carpenter, now crucified on a cross.

God’s perfect plan, and the astounding love of Jesus, the only peace for our troubled souls. Do you believe?

The Seven Cow Wife

Someone once said, God gave to women beauty, and to men He gave strength. The following story illustrates the truths of Ephesians 5 and I Peter 3, truths for men and women, husbands and wives. It is not my own story. It is a story from my “top ten list” of favorites.

The Seven Cow Wife

Johnny Lingo is known throughout the islands for his skills, intelligence, and savvy. If you hire him as a guide, he will show you the best fishing spots and the best places to get pearls. Johnny is also one of the sharpest traders in the islands. He can get you the best possible deals. The people of Kiniwata all speak highly of Johnny Lingo. Yet, when they speak of him, they always smile just a little mockingly.

A couple days after my arrival to Kiniwata, I went to the manager of the guesthouse to see who he thought would be a good fishing guide. "Johnny Lingo," said the manager. "He’s the best around. When you go shopping, let him do the bargaining. Johnny knows how to make a deal."

"Johnny Lingo!" hooted a nearby boy. The boy rocked with laughter as he said, "Yea, Johnny can make a deal alright!"

I wondered. “If he’s all you say he is, why does everyone laugh at him behind his back?"

"Well, there is one thing. Five months ago, at fall festival, Johnny came to Kiniwata and found himself a wife. He gave her father seven cows!"

I knew enough about island customs to be impressed. A dowry of two or three cows would net a fair wife and four or five cows would net a very nice wife. "Wow!" I said. “Seven cows! She must have beauty that takes your breath away."

"She’s not ugly, …" he conceded with a little smile, "… but calling her ‘plain’ would definitely be a compliment. Sam Karoo, her father, was afraid he wouldn’t be able to marry her off. Instead of being stuck with her, he got seven cows. This price has never been paid before. She was skinny and she walked with her shoulders hunched and her head ducked. She was scared of her own shadow. All of the cousins urged Sam to ask for three cows and hold out for two until he was sure Johnny would pay only one. To their surprise Johnny came to Sam Karoo and said, ‘Father of Sarita, I offer seven cows for your daughter.’ "

I wanted fish and pearls, so the next afternoon I went to the island of Nurabandi. I wanted to meet this Johnny Lingo. As I asked directions to Johnny’s house, I noticed Johnny’s neighbors were also amused at the mention of his name. When I met the slim, serious young man I could see immediately why everyone respected his skills. However, this only reinforced my confusion over him.

As we sat in his house, he asked me, "You come here from Kiniwata? Do they speak of me on that island?"

"Yes. They say you can provide me anything I need. They say you’re intelligent, resourceful, and the sharpest trader in the islands."

He smiled gently. "My wife is from Kiniwata. What do they say of her?"

"Why, just … ." The question caught me off balance. "They told me you were married at festival time. They also say the marriage settlement was seven cows." I paused. "They wonder why."

"They ask that?" His eyes lighted with pleasure. "Everyone in Kiniwata knows about the seven cows? And in Nurabandi, everyone knows it too." His chest expanded with satisfaction. "Always and forever, when they speak of marriage settlements, it will be remembered that Johnny Lingo paid seven cows for Sarita."

So that’s the answer, I thought: Vanity.

Just then Sarita entered the room to place flowers on the table. She stood still for a moment to smile at her husband and then left. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. The lift of her shoulders, the tilt of her chin, and the sparkle in her eyes all spelled self-confidence and pride. Not an arrogant and haughty pride, but a confident inner beauty that radiated in her every movement.

I turned back to Johnny and found him looking at me. "She … she’s gorgeous." I said. "Obviously, this is not the one everyone is talking about. She can’t be the Sarita you married on Kiniwata."

"There’s only one Sarita. Perhaps, she doesn’t look the way you expected. You think seven cows was too many?" A smile slid over his lips.

"No, but how can she be so different from the way they described her?"

Johnny said, "Think about how it must make a girl feel to know her husband paid a very low dowry for her? It must be insulting to her to know he places such little value on her. Think about how she must feel when the other women boast about the high prices their husbands paid for them. It must be embarrassing for her. I would not let this happen to my Sarita. You say she is different from what you expected. This is true. Many things can change a woman. There are things that happen on the inside and things that happen on the outside. However, the thing that matters most is how she views herself. In Kiniwata, Sarita believed she was worth nothing. As a result, that’s the value she projected. Now, she knows she is worth more than any other woman in the islands. It shows, doesn’t it? I wanted to marry Sarita. She is the only woman I love. But, I wanted a seven-cow wife."

The original story was copyrighted by Patricia McGerr in 1965, and a similar version printed in Reader’s Digest (February. 1988)