Surprise, Surprise

Sometimes people in love just make you...roll your eyes. Unless, perchance, you are the person in love. When you are the smitten, your behavior makes perfect sense. Trust me!

You do what are normally senseless things like stealing a kiss from your paramour in a crowded concert hall. You spend time dreaming up the perfect meal you might cook for your sweetie and staying up way past your bedtime talking with him or her, dreaming about your future together. And strangely, you usually aren't that tired the next day. It's the way of love, at least when it is new and fresh.

And occasionally a man might even drive three hours north in the middle of a Thursday to surprise his beloved with a dozen red roses, just because. This is the situation I found myself in a few weeks ago, when the receptionist called to tell me I had a package up front.

It makes me smile now, but at the moment I saw those roses and David sitting next to them, I was shocked and confused. I had just talked to him an hour before, while he was at "work." I halted in my tracks and mumbled something about not understanding--it was the perfect ambush, a delightful surprise.

Another case of shock and awe

Recently I was asked to teach a Sunday School class on Mary, the mother of Jesus. I knew it would definitely require research and study--I also knew it would personally be a great opportunity to discover more about her myself during this Advent and Christmas season.

So I'm digging in, eager to know more about her, to unearth her motives, her mind, and her heart.

And what I see is shocking, in all its clarity: a mere slip of a girl, 13 or 14, mostly forgettable and unusable in her day, except as a wife, which she would soon become. It would bring her dignity; it would offer her in some ways, a new life.

So, one day, out of the blue, an angel approaches you and says you're highly blessed. Your mind racing, you struggle to grasp the message you are given. But instead of doubting, you wonder, "How can this happen to me? I haven't had sex."

And when the angel explains that you will become pregnant by the Holy Spirit, you absorb his words about you...about your relative Elizabeth.....about nothing being beyond Yahweh.

And of all the things you could say, YOU SAY YES!

You put the request of God above your family, who will most certainly want nothing to do with you. You put God's plan above your own safety, knowing you could easily be stoned. You put Joseph's promise to you in jeopardy--perhaps he will only divorce you quietly...

YOU SAY YES. And the really amazing thing is, Joseph does, too. He also listens to the angel, and decides he will marry you still, giving up his right to intimacy with you until your baby is born, playing second-fiddle, serving as your midwife, fleeing with you and Jesus to keep you safe, giving all of us another first-class lesson in obedience.

But what was harder, Mary? Becoming the mother of Jesus, or moving from your role as mother to the role of disciple. Even when Jesus left you out to pursue his ministry, even when you stood by the cross, watching him die as surely as you had been present to his birth. And after he was long gone to heaven, serving faithfully in the early Church.

Here is the lesson for me about Mary. When the shock of her life came, and she was asked to give up everything for obedience, she didn't hesitate. At such a tender age, her heart was already set on faithfulness to God. The decision was made before the angel frightened her that day.

I only hope my heart would also be this open to the Holy Spirit's lead. I want what Mary has. Surprises or not. Even if it makes me uncomfortable. And even if it costs.