“Mary, Did You Know” by Kenny Rogers and Wynona Judd
Mary, did you know that your Baby Boy would one day walk on water?
Mary, did you know that your Baby Boy would save our sons and daughters?
Did you know that your Baby Boy has come to make you new?
This Child that you delivered will soon deliver you.
Mary, did you know that your Baby Boy will give sight to a blind man?
Mary, did you know that your baby boy will calm the storm with His hand?
Did you know that your Baby Boy has walked where angels trod?
And when you kiss your little Baby, you’ve kissed the face of God?
Mary did you know?
Mary did you know?
The blind will see.
The deaf will hear.
The dead will live again.
The lame will leap.
The dumb will speak
The praises of The Lamb.
Oh, Mary did you know that your Baby Boy is Lord of all creation?
Mary, did you know that your Baby Boy will one day rule the nations?
Did you know that your Baby Boy is heaven’s perfect Lamb?
The sleeping Child you’re holding is the Great, I Am.
Mary did you know?
I can only imagine the feelings this teenage girl felt when she found out she was with child–and that this child would be the King of Kings, the Lord of Lords, the God of all creation. Can you imagine it?
I don’t know if anyone could comprehend what was about to happen. There were prophets who foretold of the Savior’s coming and his time on earth in His human form, but what really went through Mary’s mind?
As a mother, myself, I anticipated the births of our children. I read the books, I listened to the stories, I went to the pre-birth classes, but in all honesty, it really didn’t prepare me for what I truly felt and experienced when each of our sons was placed into my arms and I saw them for the first time.
No words can describe the unconditional love you feel when you meet your baby face-to-face.
It is truly a miraculous experience.
Yet, I wasn’t carrying and delivering the Savior of the world. I was carrying my child…that my husband and I would raise together. (Okay, to be politically correct, our children do belong to God…I really have learned that lesson…) We are responsible to teach them the ways of the worlds vs. the ways of the bible and compare-hoping when they are old enough, they would choose to follow Jesus. Not to take anything away from our children’s births, but Mary’s birth was quite different.
Her son came to teach HER the ways of God.
Instead of us teaching our children, He came to deliver HER from sin and death.
It’s almost incomprehensible to me…
Mary was chosen out of every single woman on earth, to carry the Messiah. What a privilege…what an honor! I was chosen to carry my babies…and what an honor that was. But you and I both know that isn’t even a comparison.
Each Christmas season, it seems a new song becomes my favorite. This year it’s “Mary, Did You Know” and as you see, I wrote the lyrics out and added the song to this post. Ironically, Isaiah’s high school choir sang it for this year’s Christmas Choir Concert. I bawled the whole time…(and not just the “simple tear down the cheek” cry…the all out sobbing! Good thing it was pretty dark in there.)
I sat wondering…did she know what was in store for Jesus? The miracles He would perform? The way the lame would speak praises to Him after being healed…the way the blind would see again just by Jesus touching a man’s eyes. Imagine being deaf and in a split second, you can hear…all because of this man a named Jesus. Did Mary have that mother’s intuition? Did she know this would all happen?
When the lyrics ask if Mary knew that when she kissed her little baby, she was kissing the face of God, I cried even harder. I thought of my baby…being kissed by God now. I thought of my mom whose face has very recently been cradled in Jesus’ hands and how He has looked right into her eyes and smiled. I thought of the others who have passed and how they are truly seeing the face of God.
But did Mary know all of this? Did she have doubts? Did she wonder if it would really all happen like it was foretold, with the child she gave birth too?
All the questions that rise up because of the birth of one little boy. I could go on and on. How come He had to be born in a manger? A trough? Well, maybe it was a way to show how humble we all should be. A hospital bed, a barn, an ambulance…does it matter? Once the baby is born, it really doesn’t matter if it was a gold-plated nursery bed or a manger filled with straw.
The animals that surrounded Him…that gave Him comfort and warmth. Think of the people who surround us and can’t give us nearly as much comfort and warmth that a simple animal could give Jesus. God gave them just what they needed.
This season of celebrating Christ’s birth can get so out of hand with “worldly” things and tasks. That’s why I love the lyrics to this song and love the way it reminds us why we are celebrating. It’s the miracle of a new-born babe so many years ago.
A simple birth of a mighty King. One Who wants to rock our worlds…change our lives…bring us to freedom. Will you let Him in this Christmas? Do you have room in your busy schedule of shopping, wrapping, hosting or going to parties, making the perfect meal–whatever it is you’re working on–to just allow time to sit and celebrate this miracle birth? To really think about what happens those years ago?
Invite Him into your celebration. Read the story of His birth. Pray together…and I mean, really pray together. Make room for Him this Christmas. Make room for him in your heart. He’s standing at the door, waiting to be a part of your life. Will you let Him in?