Yesterday, I told you all about our little miracle and answered prayers.
It seems appropriate that today’s word, in this series of reflections on Advent, is believe. When the angel visited Mary, bringing the incredible news that she, a young, unmarried girl, would give birth to God’s Son, Mary suspends her fear and incredulity. She believes.
My own story of belief starts way back. I had parents who were faithful Baptists. We went to church when the doors were open.
But when I became a teenager, the Jesus-stuff bored me. Religion seemed something much better practiced by the thirty-somethings,who, settled down with kids, would be spending their Friday nights at home anyways.