Twenty-five Questions for Mary

So what was Mary thinking? 

As she held God in her teenage, new mother arms, as He nursed at her breast, as she watched Him take his first steps, as He played in the dirt and with His friends, what went through her mind?

God Came NearPastor and author Max Lucado has written a library of great books, with keen insights into God's Word. He's one of my favorite writers, his books are well worth your reading and considering.

In one of his earliest books, God Came Near, he thought of Twenty-five Questions for Mary.

 

Take a few minutes and ponder. And think of some other questions that may have been in Mary's mind as God came near.

 

What was it like watching him pray? How did he respond when he saw other kids giggling during the service at the synagogue?

When he saw a rainbow, did he ever mention a flood?

Did you ever feel awkward teaching him how he created the world?

When he saw a lamb being led to the slaughter, did he act differently?

Did you ever see him with a distant look on his face as if he were listening to someone you couldn’t hear?

How did he act at funerals?

Did the thought ever occur to you that the God to whom you were praying was asleep under your own roof?

Did you ever try to count the stars with him . . . and succeed?

Did he ever come home with a black eye?

How did he act when he got his first haircut?

Did he have any friends by the name of Judas?

Did he do well in school?

Did you ever scold him?

Did he ever have to ask a question about Scripture?

What do you think he thought when he saw a prostitute offering to the highest bidder the body he made?

Did he ever get angry when someone was dishonest with him?

Did you ever catch him pensively looking at the flesh on his own arm while holding a clod of dirt?

Did he ever wake up afraid?

When someone referred to Satan, how did he act?

Did you ever accidently call him Father?

What did he and his cousin John talk about as kids?

Did his other brothers and sisters understand what was happening?

Did you ever think, That’s God eating my soup?