Copyright 2002 by Renita J. Weems All rights reserved.
Scripture references are taken from the Holy Bible: New International Version, copyright 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society.
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For Cecilia, who many years ago taught me how to pray out loud.
| In the sixth month, God sent the angel Gabriel to Nazareth, a town in Galilee, |
| to a virgin pledged to be married to a man named Joseph, a descendant of David. The virgin's name was Mary. |
| The angel went to her and said, Greetings, you who are highly favored! The Lord is with you. |
| Mary was greatly troubled at his words and wondered what kind of greeting this might be. |
| But the angel said to her, Do not be afraid, Mary, you have found favor with God. |
| You will be with child and give birth to a son, and you are to give him the name Jesus. |
| He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his father David, |
| and he will reign over the house of Jacob forever; his kingdom will never end. |
| How will this be, Mary asked the angel, since I am a virgin? |
| The angel answered, The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. So the holy one to be born will be called the Son of God. |
| Even Elizabeth your relative is going to have a child in her old age, and she who was said to be barren is in her sixth month. |
| For nothing is impossible with God. |
| I am the Lord's servant, Mary answered. May it be to me as you have said. Then the angel left her. |
| At that time Mary got ready and hurried to a town in the hill country of Judea, |
| where she entered Zechariah's home and greeted Elizabeth. |
| When Elizabeth heard Mary's greeting, the baby leaped in her womb, and Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit. |
| In a loud voice she exclaimed: Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the child you will bear! |
| But why am I so favored, that the mother of my Lord should come to me? |
| As soon as the sound of your greeting reached my ears, the baby in my womb leaped for joy. |
| Blessed is she who has believed that what the Lord has said to her will be accomplished! |
| And Mary said: My soul glorifies the Lord |
| and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, |
| for he has been mindful of the humble state of his servant. From now on all generations will call me blessed, |
| for the Mighty One has done great things for meholy is his name. |
| His mercy extends to those who fear him, from generation to generation. |
| He has performed mighty deeds with his arm; he has scattered those who are proud in their inmost thoughts. |
| He has brought down rulers from their thrones but has lifted up the humble. |
| He has filled the hungry with good things but has sent the rich away empty. |
| He has helped his servant Israel, remembering to be merciful |
| to Abraham and his descendants forever, even as he said to our fathers. |
| Mary stayed with Elizabeth for about three months and then returned home. |
It is not what you are, nor what you have been that God sees with his all-merciful eyes, but what you desire to be.
The Cloud of Unknowing
You are on the verge of something special. You know it. You can feel it. Something is in the air. You are restless and don't know why. You wake up in the morning with flutters in your stomach even though your calendar doesn't indicate any special meetings scheduled for the day. Your mind is racing from thought to thought, and you can't figure out why. A voice in you won't be quieted, but you can't quite make out what it's saying. You wonder if you're forgetting something, but you forgot what. Nothing has happened or is about to happen. But it is, and you sense it. It feels as though you're supposed to be doing something, something important, but you don't know what it is. The people and things you usually rely upon to distract you when you're unsettled only frustrate you right now. Today is not the first day you've felt like this. This feeling has been coming in waves, off and on, for some time.
You're on the verge of giving birth and don't know it. You're pregnant. No, no, noI don't mean you're pregnant with an actual baby (unless, of course, you are with child!). The birth referred to here and throughout this book is of another sort. It's the sort of birthing a woman does scores of times throughout her life without recognizing the symptoms. Her interests, her tastes, her emotions, her dreams, her image of herself grow and change throughout the phases of her life, causing enormous discomfort for her and for all those who look to her for strength and guidance. She barely notices the labor pains for what they are. This pregnancy has nothing to do with whether you're married or single, nor does it have anything to do with whether you are able or not able to bear children. Young, perimenopausal, menopausal, or postmenopausal, you are never too young or too old to give birth to yourself. New parts of yourself. New dimensions to yourself. Untapped sides of you. You are like Mary of Nazareth in the New Testament gospel stories. You are pregnant with possibility.
All the time you've been thinking it was your external circumstances that needed overhauling. A new job. A new house or apartment. A new hairstyle. A new wardrobe. A new look, period. New friends. A break from the family. A new husband. A new boyfriend. A husband or a boyfriend, period. But that's not it. Those are fine for temporary relief, but they can't quiet the deeper, interior upheaval that's going on inside you. To calm those twitters, you have to first face them and call them what they are. Spiritual gestation. Outgrowing an old self, shedding old skin, and becoming a new self. Sacred labor. Holy work. Rebirth.