All posts tagged: Mary

The “YES” That Sent One Young Woman On A Trajectory Of Greatness

You are Mary. Young, engaged to be married to a man – a good man – but a man twice your age. You are chaste, a virgin still, in keeping with societal expectations of presenting a pure bride to her husband. Things are swimming along and then <<<BOOM>>> your whole world is shaken. An angel rocks up to say “hello” with an ulterior motive. Something like, “God is so pleased with you and admires your holy character!” Your head is reeling. You’re confused at the sudden attention. “Don’t worry!” the angel says, “God has a surprise for you… You’re going to fall pregnant and give birth to a son called Jesus. He will be the son of God!” Lifting your jaw from the floor you manage to ask, “How? I’ve never had sex!” And the angel gives the most obvious response. “The Holy Spirit will hover over you.” It’s right about here that most thinking women would have either erupted into fits of laughter at the absurdity of the proclamation, or run away – far, far away. But …

The Chosen Mum

Being a mum has a way of pointing a very powerful microscope at all our inadequacies before publishing the results in the ‘How To Be A Bad Mother’ review. We celebrated Mother’s Day yesterday and I suspect that some of us (no, no, not me!) felt a small twinge of guilt at all the Super Mum accolades. I’m no Super Mum: – My son watches a fair whack of television. Every day. – I wash his sheets when they look dirty (what’s an iron?). – A nutritious lunch means choosing grainy bread over white bread for his sarnies. – He needs a haircut (the jagged fringe-line is because I did try). – I’m not really into kids’ play so when my son asks me to “Build tower?” or “Blow bubbles?” I do, but reluctantly (oh, the guilt in confessing that…). – When he’s been really naughty (like, spitting Weetbix in my face and then flinging it on the walls – true story), I do the ‘time-out’ thing. Then, I squat down to his level for …