If Mary had thought her own news challenging to believe, so was Elizabeth's. This elderly lady, gone far beyond expectation of conceiving, now awaited a child.
Wonderful.
Mary just HAD to see her.
(Or was it also to escape the prying eyes, the village gossip
of unwed maiden suddenly expecting? Who would believe
crazy stories of angels from a mere girl?)
Luke 1:39 - 40
A few days later Mary hurried to the highlands of Judea to the town where Zacharias lived, to visit Elizabeth.
What a journey.
We are told it would have taken
three to five days
depending on whether she travelled with a caravan
or alone.
in any case
a girl, a young girl, barely pregnant.
Perhaps fourteen years old? Scarcely older
than her son would be
when he chose to stay in His Father's House
after the Passover festival.
Was she used to travel?
Did she, too, journey with her family to Jerusalem
for holy celebration?
Or was this her first time?
Her first, holy, journey?
What about us? Where will we journey to?
Far-off places?
Other homes?
Reconnect with relatives?
Find friends, old and new?
Travel inwards,
hurrying to revelation, to
reach the inner places of our souls?
Advent. The coming. Where are we going?
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