She couldn\u2019t gauge his mood from the set of his shoulders.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He hadn\u2019t said much since it happened. The quiet seriousness of his demeanour when he told her he would not betray her condition, that he would stand by her, take care of her and the child, stayed with her. He hadn\u2019t looked at her, and once he\u2019d said his piece he left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In a way, she was pleased the Romans had insisted on this census, that they had to come to Bethlehem to register. This way, anyone keeping count would not be able to point fingers if the babe came while they were here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The pregnancy had gone well, the baby moving gently through the weeks. She felt overwhelming love for this little one though he had caused her all sorts of grief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She would never forget the stricken look on Jo\u2019s face when she told him she was with child. She watched the conflicting emotions play over his strong features, prayed he would not disown her, end their engagement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The next night she was woken by a vibration, a powerful movement of air pulsed around the house, an unearthly glow shimmered from the walls. Similar to that night. She smiled to herself. She was chosen. Plain Mary. Not the vivacious Rebecca, or the gorgeous Lydia. No! Mary was the favoured one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The following morning Jo told her he\u2019d been visited in the night, that he had been told by an angel they should go ahead and get married.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her parents were thrilled. They\u2019d been waiting for this word for months. The house hummed with activity, the smell of spices from the kitchen filled the air, her father gave her a bottle of cologne, cinnamon and bergamot and frankincense. She could barely contain her excitement \u2013 she had never had perfume before! Her younger sister, Rachel, wanted to try it, had grabbed the bottle out of her hand. She was terrified it would be broken in the scuffle. Rachel was impossible!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She was so shy the night of the wedding. Jo said nothing, settled her on the bed and slept on the floor next to her. I won\u2019t touch you until the child is born, he said. I asked what the watchers would say. I have a cloth he responded \u2013 they will be happy with that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He had treated her with the utmost respect, but she missed the easy camaraderie they had before that night. The night of the visitation from beyond the heavens. It had all seemed so right then, so easy. But these past months had been hard, hard to hold on to that feeling of awe, remember the extraordinary love that enfolded her, the warmth spreading through her body, engulfing her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then the news that her cousin Elizabeth was with child well into her old age. They were calling her the modern-day Sarah. And poor Zac, quite overcome and unable to speak. No one knew what had happened to him that day in the temple. He was gone so long they began to worry he had died in the Holy of Holies. They were debating whether they should pull on the rope, get him out, when he appeared, white as a sheet, and dumbstruck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then Elizabeth began to swell, glowing with joy at finally carrying a baby. The people of the village in the mountains of Judea wondered if the two incidents were related. There was a lot of talk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mary knew she had to go and see her. Their experiences were too similar. Her suspicions were confirmed when Elizabeth cried in excitement that the baby had leapt for joy in her womb as he heard the voice of the mother of his lord! How on earth had she known Mary was with child \u2013 for she had told no one, and be sure, Joseph would not have said a word!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She could be brave with Elizabeth, she thought walking home from her cousin\u2019s home. She worried, now, about when she would begin to show, how to disguise her dates, the sadness in her husband\u2019s eyes. He still wasn\u2019t sure about all of this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then came the news of the census, shortly followed by the decree. Jo\u2019s family were from Bethlehem, her family from Nazareth. His brothers and parents had left a few days ago. Jo said they should wait and go at the last minute. That way they could be alone and wait for the child to come. They would also be able to celebrate Passover away from prying eyes. So here they were, on this dusty road on a glorious late winter\u2019s day, a hint of spring in the rays of the sun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jo insisted on bringing the donkey, concerned the walk would be too much for her. She liked the donkey, and it was reassuring to know she could give her feet a rest. Her back ached \u2013 her mother had commented on her size last week, wondering how she would deliver such a large baby. Oh God, it is so hard to deceive those closest to me. And I worry about my man, he is so good, so patient, but I know he is hurting, his thoughts trouble him. As they would me if the roles were reversed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The strangeness hadn\u2019t ended there. They heard Liz had had her baby. On the eighth day at the dedication at the temple, Zac\u2019s father stepped forward to name the child, as Zac was still without the ability to speak. He had spoken forth the name Zacharias as it should be, but Liz interrupted and said \u2018No, he will be called John.\u2019 Unheard of. The relatives argued with her. No such name in our family, or yours for that matter. Her eyes found Zac\u2019s, beseeching. \u2018Ask him,\u2019 she urged. \u2018Him? He can\u2019t speak!\u2019 \u2018But he can write.\u2019 A piece of paper was found \u2013 he wrote: his name is John. Immediately he could speak!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The land was full of whispers and wonderings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhere are your thoughts?\u201d She hadn\u2019t noticed Jo dropping back to walk beside her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI was thinking about Liz and Zac. Did I tell you about my visit with her?\u201d He shook his head. \u201cYou were lost in a world of your own when you returned from Judah,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShe knew I was pregnant before I even stepped into her home. She said her baby had leapt for joy in her womb, and she asked what the mother of her Lord was doing visiting her. It was so odd, Jo! And then calling him John. They say Liz was adamant. And when Zac wrote the confirmation, he was able to speak once more.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He grunted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat are we a part of, Jo?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know. These past months have not been easy, Mary, but I feel at peace. I keep thinking I should be angry with you, with Yahweh, I should feel betrayed. But instead, I have a deep sense of peace, of things being as they should be.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI am so glad, Jo. I would hate to lose you in all this.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He smiled that smile, and for the first time in months, the glow of love was back in his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI think you should ride now. You\u2019ve walked a long way.\u201d Gratefully she allowed him to help her onto the donkey. Bethlehem was in sight, the sound of voices and animals sifted through the evening air. The dull ache in her lower back pressed into her, the massage of the movement of the donkey easing it only slightly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The sun was close to the horizon when they passed through the town gates<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNot long now and you can have a proper rest.\u201d She smiled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was not to be. Instead of everyone registering and heading home or to Jerusalem for Passover, it seemed the whole of Israel had decided to stay in Bethlehem. Inn after inn was full.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It had been dark for a while, businesses were closing. Joseph was panicking, desperate. The pain in her back was worse. People jostled, impatient at the donkey blocking their passage. It was getting late. They were hungry. There was one place left to try. Tears filled her eyes as she saw the innkeeper shake his head, Jo\u2019s shoulders slumped, desperation oozing out of him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The man was closing the door when he stopped and turned back. She couldn\u2019t hear what they were saying, but Jo nodded, the innkeeper nodded, his wife came out to her. \u201cYou poor child, I am so sorry, but we will do the best we can for you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She led them through the courtyard to the cattle stalls. \u201cWe sold a cow today and her calf, so we have a stall free. Thank heavens my son cleaned it, and filled it with fresh bedding, ready for the sheep to come in tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She stumbled from the donkey and would have fallen, but Jo had her, his arms strong and secure as he easily lifted her. The innkeeper\u2019s wife was fixing straw, making a mattress of sorts. Mary gasped as her muscles cramped. The spasm was gone almost as soon as it started, but it left her breathless.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201dAre you alright? Mary, Mary, look at me, what is happening?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Before she could respond, she felt a hand on her tummy, a discerning look from the Innkeeper\u2019s wife. \u201cIt is time, the baby will come tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Joseph nearly dropped her. The woman smiled and patted his shoulder. \u201cDon\u2019t worry, it will be a while yet. I have had four children, we will manage. Put her down, I will go and get food for you. I am Miriam.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The bed was surprisingly comfortable. Until the next spasm. And the next.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jo began pacing. \u201cWhere is she?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Another contraction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know what to do, Mary! I\u2019m lost here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A gush of water. Joseph yelped in fright. Mary wanted to laugh, but the tightening of her belly took her breath away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBring more straw, Jo, so I can wipe this mess. Keep a space dry for the baby.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhere is she? Straw. Yes. Okay. Here, I will make it dry. Take it easy. Oh, Mary, I am so sorry. I shouldn\u2019t have left it so late!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She took his hand. \u201cLook at me, Jo! It\u2019s going to be fine. I\u2019m having a baby, a baby ordained by Yahweh Himself \u2013 do you think He won\u2019t take care of us?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He relaxed a fraction. \u201cI feel responsible. Yahweh has trusted us both, Mary. If anything were to happen to you or the baby\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNothing is going to happen. Here, big man, you need some sustenance, it could be a long night. First baby?\u201d Miriam was all business.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They both nodded. \u201cThey take their time. Ah, your waters broke. That is good, that means the little one is truly on the way!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was somewhere past midnight when the air began to change, lighten, a faint pulse, the animals shuffled closer. Joseph drew his cloak tighter, frowning as he looked at Mary, her hair wet with sweat, her brow creased in concentration.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The innkeeper came in. \u201cThink you can all do with some refreshment, yes?\u201d Weary nods were his reply.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cStrange light outside. Big, bright star. Thought it was the moon gone mad at first.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mary grunted. Miriam was immediately alert. \u201cHave you got your swaddling clothes?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHere,\u201d said Joseph.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGood. Eli, we will need warm water to wash the baby. Maybe you and Joseph can see to that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She leant forward to Mary. \u201cIt is time, my dear, the next contraction you must push. Hard.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The men arrived with the basin of water within minutes of the baby arriving. \u201cIt is a boy,\u201d Miriam announced as she took the basin. \u201cA beautiful boy!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThere is a strange humming outside,\u201d Joseph said, \u201cand that star is huge.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAm I hearing singing?\u201d asked Eli. \u201cI hear it too,\u201d said Miriam. The animals were restless, pressing against their stalls, straining at their leads. The donkey hovered close to Joseph. The light grew brighter. Footsteps, hurrying. Lambs bleating. Hushed voices.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Before Eli could get out of the barn to see what was happening a group of shepherds peered in, jostling for space. \u201cIs the baby born?\u201d \u201cWe\u2019ve come to see the baby!\u201d \u201cThe Christ!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat on earth\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt\u2019s alright,\u201d said Joseph, \u201cyou can let them in.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When they were settled around Mary and the baby, Joseph asked them. \u201cHow did you know about the baby, and where to come?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt was the most amazing sight!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTerrifying\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI thought the end of the world had come!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe sky was full of them\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOf whom? Or What?\u201d Eli was gruff in his consternation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAngels\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAngels?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSinging. \u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSuch a joyous sound!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cEchoing across the heavens, the very air seemed to beat in time with their wings.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOne, a huge Angel, spoke to us.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes, told us not to be afraid.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSaid we should rejoice, that he had great news for us, for the whole world\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe said a Saviour was born, here in Bethlehem, the Christ, Emmanuel.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSo we came as fast as we could\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHow did you know where to find the baby?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe light.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnd the wind.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLight?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWind?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes, a great white light streamed from a large star and led us straight here, stopped at the door.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201dThe wind was like a tunnel, moving us along.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCan we see the baby now?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The sheep had not taken part in the discussion, now they crowded around Mary and Joseph, taking it in turns to sniff the bundle she held in her arms. Mary looked up at Joseph. He was gazing at the baby.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHow can it be,\u201d she whispered, \u201cthat even the animals seem to know He is someone special?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Joseph smiled broadly. \u201cI don\u2019t know, Mary, but it feels right.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dawn was wisping its way across the sky when Eli and Miriam left the barn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat a night!\u201d Eli said. \u201cSomething extraordinary happened there, Miriam. Do you believe this baby is the Saviour, that this truly is Emanuel? Born in a stable. To a carpenter? And a young girl? From Nazareth?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the Inn, people were talking about the strange sounds and the bright light that had woken them through the night. Eli and Miriam listened and nodded but said nothing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Out in the barn, a baby, wrapped in the swaddling clothes of the line of David, lay in a manger, his parents asleep on a bed of straw, while around them, the animals kept watch.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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