A & J with the Advent wreath they decorated together. |
A few weeks ago in the Atrium, I pulled out the story of the
Annunciation for my 1st, 2nd & 3rd graders
to meditate on. They’ve heard it, some
of them since they were 3, and so the challenge was to help them go back and
find something new, something they had never thought of before in the
passage. I lit the candle and read
aloud, from Gabriel coming to Mary and telling her to not be afraid, to
announcing the news that she was soon to become pregnant with a son she was to
call Jesus, to Mary’s questioning of the angel and then saying, “Behold I am
the handmaid of the Lord.”
After the reading I asked questions to help us think about
what we had heard: “Why do you think the angel said, ‘Do not be afraid?”” “Who is this baby who is going to be born?” When we got to the end I thought of something
I’d never asked them before: “Here Mary
says, ‘I am the handmaid of the Lord.’
What do you think that might mean?”
The kids all gave me blank looks and then Ani, who was doing an art
craft a table away said, “maybe it means that God created her . . . you know
handmade.”
At first the play on words struck me as funny. We’d been doing a lot of “handmade“ stuff at
home lately—ever since Jessica found a book at the library in October which
detailed how to make perfume, bath salts, and soap. The kitchen was transformed in no time into a
laboratory of scents and oils and Epsom salts being mixed together. And the girls loved it. Now, they’re busily planning what they can
make for Christmas presents. Handmade
gifts bespeak to them effort and patience, and a real love for what you have
made and who you are giving it to. Handmade means that whatever you make might
not turn out picture perfect, but it will be unique and that’s even
better.
So maybe that’s what Mary was proclaiming: Behold, I am made by God, a unique creation. And this God who knows me and loves me, has a
specific task she would like me to do. And I accept it. Behold I am the handmade handmaid of the
Lord.
We believe in a God who knit us together in our mothers’
wombs and has counted the hairs on our heads.
We may be imperfect creations but transformed by the love of our Creator
we can revel in our uniqueness and dare to say, “May it be done to me according
to your will.” I guess you’re never too
old to hear something new in the same simple words.
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