What a beautiful article.
https://mbird.com/2018/12/mary-definitely-knew/
Like any new parents, we waited with fear and excitement for this call. Two months since our state licensure. One year since the doctor told us we wouldn’t have children of our own. Four years since we started this “infertility journey.” We did tests and surgeries and diets and counseling and 29 hours of state-mandated training and a home inspection, about which one parent-friend of mine said, “If they made everyone do this, no one would be allowed to have children.” Our friends threw us a foster shower. We filled our house with baby things and toddler things and the most frustrating baby-proofing items that guarantee your fingers will get jammed in drawers for weeks.
But above all, we waited. And we prayed.
We wanted a baby more than anything else in the world. But the reality of foster care is that it exists because the world is broken. Child abuse. Drug addiction. Neglect. Poverty. Systematic injustice. Sin and Death. Our hope for a family inextricably linked to suffering and darkness of this world. Our hope and expectation married to someone else’s shame and guilt and pain.
They brought a baby to our doorstep. An answer to, but also the result of, so much pain.
It was all very Advent.
For the last three weeks, we have done what new parents do. We have felt (almost immediately to our surprise) the full weight and judgment of the Parenthood Law come crashing down on us. (“You changed her ten times,” the doctor said—eyes wide and full of judgment.) We have fretted over whether she was breathing the way she was supposed to (or at all) in her sleep. We have fed her every two hours. We have fought and bickered over many little, insignificant things—the little frustrations magnified by the addition of a third party. We have done so much laundry. We have washed our hands raw. And we have not slept. (“Sleep while the baby sleeps.” THANKS, KAREN. We’ll get right on that!)
It’s amazing how those menial tasks—the slave labor to the dictator-queen that is a newborn—make you love this tiny, demanding, unsatisfiable human being. She screams and cries and can’t do a single thing for herself—can’t even hold up her own head, the snowflake! But she looks at you with those brand-new eyes. And she seems to smile at you. And she nestles her head against your neck. And she needs you.
So, I cry. Because she’s perfect. And I love her. And I can’t believe she’s here. And my heart breaks that she can’t be where she should be. That she’s with us instead.
People love asking “are you prepared to give her back?” As if that is a normal question one might ask any new parent. “Are you ready to give this thing you love more than you knew you could back to the uncertainty and brokenness of this world?” Are you ready for her to not be yours anymore? Are you prepared for this all to end?
It seems to me this question could be asked of any parent. “Are you ready to lose a child?” Life is fragile, the world is broken. Things don’t go according to plan. “Are you ready to lose something you love?” Seems like a reasonable question—one based in the cold reality and statistics of everyday life.
But we don’t ask it. Cause it seems wrong.
This is why I think there is so much anxiety and handwringing about “Mary Did You Know?” People like to complain about its theological depth, its understanding of scripture, or the “mansplainy-ness” of the song. But all of that is just a front for our real anxiety.
Mary, did you know that your son would die?
Mary, did you know that this child you love, more than you knew you could, would be gone?
Mary are you prepared to give him back?
We don’t want to think about this. We don’t want to even say it, lest we speak it into existence.
This Advent, it’s the only thing I can think about because they dropped a 5-day-old baby at my door. And for better or worse I have fallen in love with this beautiful little girl. And I am in no way, shape, or form prepared to give her back.
And it could happen any day.
“Mary, did you know?” Of course, she knew. We all know.
“In the midst of life, we are in death: of whom should we seek for succor, but of thee, O Lord.”
“Advent always begins in the dark.” So, says one of the patron saints of Mockingbird, Fleming Rutledge. There no denying the brokenness and darkness that exist in and holds this world captive. And yet, we look for, grasp for, long for with sigh too deep for words, the light shining in the darkness. The irony of our hope being found in a baby is not lost on me this season. The irony of the light scattering the darkness through the offering off—the handing over of—a son is not lost on me.
“For God so loved the world that He gave His only son…” (John 3:16)
“On the night [Jesus] was handed over…” (1 Corinthians 11:23
It’s not only Mary who knew that her son would have to be given up, but the Father as well. God sent his only son into the world—handing him over to the brokenness of that world—so that the brokenness could be dealt with, once for all.
When people ask “are you prepared to give this child back” I am reminded of Mary and of God—and of all parents and all people—who know that one day, hopefully a day far-off, that they too will have to give their children over to the brokenness and death of this world.
But in that handing over, we are as ones with hope. The handing over of Jesus into the hands of sin and death opened the way for the correcting of that brokenness—the reconciliation of all things. As Paul writes to the Galatians:
“But when the fullness of time had come, God sent his Son, born of a woman, born under the law, in order to redeem those who were under the law, so that we might receive adoption as children. And because you are children, God has sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, crying, ‘Abba! Father!’ So, you are no longer a slave but a child, and if a child then also an heir, through God.” (Galatians 4:4-7)
“Are you prepared to give that baby back?” No. Not at all.
But when (and if) the time comes, I know I will be in good company. In the company of people who have turned over children in the name of reconciliation—the name of repairing broken things or making whole things that are fragmented.
It is in this handing over that makes possible the opportunity for adoption as children of God.
For now: we wait, and we pray, and we stay up all night, and we love this tiny child more than we can love anything else in the entire world. Because we all know that the things we love will pass away—we know it, Mary definitely knew it, and God knew it when he sent his only son.
So, I hold this beautiful, perfect child. And I will love her as unconditionally and totally as is possible until I give her back. Because we live as people of light in a world of darkness—and we know that imputing light, imputing love, imputing and praying for reconciliation are the only ways we can respond to a Father and mother who first gave up their son.
Mary definitely knew.
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