Growing up, I always knew when I was in trouble. It was the intonation in my mother’s voice as she called my name. My blood would run cold. It’s strange just how strong a reflex my body had to this tone, one I can clearly recall today.
As Mary arrived and greeted her cousin, the baby within Elizabeth’s womb leapt. It was the very presence and a clear sign of the authority and divinity of Mary’s child. Before meeting, and without explanation, that same Holy Spirit who’d overshadowed Mary now made Elizabeth and her unborn son, John, aware of the presence of God.
This is the first connection between Jesus and John, which continued when John prepared the way for Jesus and baptised him as his earthy ministry began. It also fulfils the prophecy that the angel gave to Zechariah, stating that John would be filled with the spirit in his mother’s womb.
We live in an age when we have forgotten the wonder of pregnancy. Science appears to offer us solid answers for all our questions, and we have lost a little of the awe and mystery that accompanies life.
We are not intended purely to perceive ourselves and our world as a series of scientific facts. To do so robs us, and life itself, of wonder.
Many of us can only relate to God as a harsh judge and critic. We live seeking to walk a narrow line forever fearing we shall fail God and fall short. We attempt to placate him, assuming he is vengeful and full of wrath.
So much of this, I suspect, relates to our own experience of the adults who surrounded us growing up, and our natural view of authority. Yet God’s way is always a way of mystery and delight, encouraging us to rise above what we can know for sure, and discover a world of wonder and surprise, orchestrated by the spirit of God.
(Dr Micha Jazz)
With many peaceful blessings