The song Mary Did You Know brought tears to my eyes the other day as I listened to it. What was it that touched me that way?
I tried to image standing in Mary’s place, holding the little helpless baby; that little someone who was totally dependent upon others for everything; and yet He was the Great I Am. It must have been awesome to hold Jesus like that and even more awesome to follow His life day by day; to see Him grow up in the same manner as most humans; and later witness the miracles He preformed; listen to His teachings; and see the crowds of people following Him.
But while Jesus was in that baby form, did Mary really know who he was; did she fully understand? I don’t know if I would have been able to completely comprehend that my little baby would grow up to do such great things; restore sight to the blind and hearing to the deaf and voices to the mute; strengthen the limbs of the lame; heal people of various illnesses, and even raise the dead. Would I have believed that He was Lord of all creation? What thoughts would have run through my mind as I kissed His cheek? It’s just too awesome!
Did Mary know what gruesome death He would suffer? That’s what brought the tears to my eyes. I can’t image raising a child while knowing this bit of information. What horrendous agony that must have been to watch her child, then a young man, tormented and executed. Yet this was God’s plan of salvation for everyone. It’s just too awesome!