Mary, the Storyteller


When I was leaving the Church when I was a teenager, I remember scoffing at the infancy narratives of Jesus and saying, “These are totally made up. Clearly. How does anyone even know that an angel came to her (Mary) and said anything? There wasn’t anyone there to see it.”
It wasn’t until I was in my thirties, I’m embarrassed to say, that I listened to the Gospel of Luke’s “Mary kept all these things, reflecting on them in her heart” that I heard the implied next part “and then she told them all to us.”
For all that my mother had tried to raise me to be an independent woman, it hadn’t occurred to me that the teller of the tales was the woman who had been there

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