For the next few weeks, I’m going to be sharing about some Bible romance stories, writing about it from my own perspective and from the way I understand it by the leading of the Holy Spirit. I’m excited about this!
We are starting with the story of Mary and Joseph…Enjoy. As usual, I’ll appreciate your feedback. Feel free to holler at your girl in the comments section. Love…xo
Mary stomps out of her house angrily and sits on the little stone just by the door. She calls it her ‘thinking stone’ but there is no thinking being done at that moment. She is so angry, she can’t think straight and she has nowhere else to go. Joseph is out of town for a job and she doesn’t feel like seeing Rebecca, her best friend, just now.
How can her mum insist she is pregnant? She cannot be pregnant as no man has ever touched her including Joseph, her fiance. She has not as much as kissed him not to mention doing any other thing. She can’t even think about it.
She who has insisted to Joseph she would like to keep her virginity till marriage. Although they are technically married, bless his soul, he has agreed and has told her he had never intended to touch her before the final marriage rites anyway, and that her decision is fine with him. She still thanks God for blessing her with a man such as Joseph.
Although many of their friends are having sex, and the ladies certainly know of a way to avoid pregnancy or unplanned children would be the norm, she has decided right from when she was twelve that she would never indulge in such acts, she has resolved to keep her body for the man she is going to marry. Thankfully, that man is Joseph, who never pressures her for sex.
She makes short order of the walk to Rebecca’s house, her long robe sweeping the floor as she goes along. “I don’t know why we have to wear such long gowns, can’t we just make do with ankle length and be done with it? Then, we wouldn’t have to worry about washing clothes with filthy ends every other day. Oh well, nothing can be done about fashion.” She thinks to herself.
She looks up just then and sees Rebecca waving to her from the fields to the right of their property. Mary skips to meet her.
“What are you doing here? I thought we weren’t meeting today?” Rebecca asks.
“Plans changed. I had to see you.”
Rebecca looks closely at Mary and sees she looks a bit peeved. “What’s wrong?” she asks, and moves closer.
“You wouldn’t believe what my mother did this afternoon.” Mary begins.
Rebecca rolls her eyes. “What did she do again? You are always getting into little arguments with your mother. You have to remember the law of Moses that says we should honor our parents, Mary.”
“Oh well, that’s neither here nor there.” Mary says with a dismissive wave. “When I tell you what she did, you’ll definitely take sides with me.”
“Okay, let’s hear it then.”
Mary puts on a dramatic look and moves nearer to Rebecca as if to whisper a secret. “She said I am pregnant.”
Rebecca’s hand flies to her mouth. “Noooooooo” she says, her eyes wide with disbelief.
“Yes.” Mary affirms, nodding her head enthusiastically.
“Why did she say that?”
Mary shrugs. “I don’t know.”
“Do you feel pregnant?” Rebecca asks peering at her.
“What sort of question is that? Of course, I don’t feel pregnant. You have to have sex to get pregnant,
and I didn’t, so, end of discussion.”
“Okay, okay. I just had to ask.”
Mary suddenly remembers a certain dream/vision she has had just a little while ago where an angel appears to her and tells her she will be made pregnant by the Holy Spirit. She has dozed off one afternoon while helping her mother sort some barley and she has had a dream where an angel appears to her and tells her these things.
She can’t really classify it as a dream because she is semi-aware of her surroundings when it happens but she wakes up as if she has been dreaming. In the dream, the angel also tells her that Elisabeth, her cousin is expecting a baby. This is astonishing because Elisabeth is an old woman and they have lost all hope that she would ever have any child with Zachariah. Maybe I’ll pay them a visit just to be absolutely sure. Mary decides.
Can it be that this is how it would happen? She has assumed God would at least wait until she is properly married before carrying out his plan. Has it happened already? Mary pushes these thoughts to the back burner of her mind. She’d rather not think about the implications of getting pregnant out of wedlock.
“Please, let’s talk about something else. I have heard enough of pregnancies for one day.”
They stroll arm in arm through the field and talk all the way; about parents, boys and their friends who are being naughty.
So, it has finally happened. How can God do this to her when he knows what happens to women presumed to have committed adultery? Here she is, pregnant, without a husband, still living with her parents and all because of a dream she is not sure is not a figment of her imagination.
All these thoughts war in Mary’s mind as she lays on the palette staring at the ceiling. Her eyes are shut tightly. She does not dare look at her mother, she doesn’t want to see the knowing look on her face. She has finally succumbed to her mother and allows her do the test just to shut her up. She has thought she has nothing to hide, apparently she is wrong.
Suddenly, she jumps up from where she lays and bounds to the door. Her mother grabs her arm before she can move further.
“And where do you think you are going, you wayward child?” Anne asks.
Mary winces. She feels she deserves that. After all, here she is with a pregnancy that is difficult to explain and about to bring shame on her family. Who would believe her when she says an angel appeared to her and told her she would get pregnant by the Holy Spirit? Everyone will just assume she is promiscuous and she will be stoned to death for adultery. Even Joseph would not believe her. How do you explain the impossible?
“I just want some air, mother.”
“No, no, no. You are going nowhere until your father gets back.”
“Okay mother.” Mary agrees and goes to sit dejectedly at the corner. She supposes it’s bye-bye to freedom of movement from that point on. Now, she has to account for every moment of her day.
“Jehovah, you have to take control. Save me from this, teach me, and above all, let your will be done.” she prays.