On her morning walk, Mary suddenly stood face-to-face with a stranger. She wasn’t sure what to do or say.
Sensing her uncertainty, the stranger gently said, “Mary, do not be afraid.”
“I’ll try not to be,” Mary replied. “But who are you, and how do you know my name?”
“I am Gabriel, a messenger from the Lord God of Israel, who knows the names of all Israel’s children.”
A wave of fear swept over Mary, and she stuttered, “An-an-angel of the Lord? Wh-wh-why are you here?”
“To see you,” Gabriel replied.
“Me?” answered a wide-eyed Mary. “Why do you want to see me?”
“To tell you news of great joy: You have found favor with God. You will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you will name him Jesus. He will be great, and will be called the Son of the Most High, and the Lord God will give to him the throne of his ancestor David. He will reign over the house of Jacob forever, and of his kingdom, there will be no end.”
Mary stared at the angel for a moment, and then replied: “You can’t be talking about me! You have it wrong! I’m just an ordinary person in an out-of-the-way town. Few people know Nazareth exists, and those that do laugh and say, ‘Can anything good come out of Nazareth?’ And no one outside of our village knows me; I’m a nobody. Why would God choose me?”
Thank you, Lord, for patiently listening to our questions. Amen.