Literally, the most powerful story about the historical/religious icon, Mary, Mother of God I have ever read, or heard of….
This, my friends, is the most likely scenario, based on logic and historical fact, to be found… Period…
Read it, and weep for today’s world….which resembles the one in which Mary lived too closely for comfort….
Trigger warning: mention of rape
I think about Mary a lot.
Not the Mary you see on Christmas cards or in stained glass windows or in children’s bibles. Not the milk-fed blond virgins in Renaissance paintings. Not the grownup white lady in crisp blue robes with the fat baby on her lap. Mary wasn’t any of these people.
I think about Mary as a scrawny kid, barely in her teens and engaged to a man who was probably more than twice her age. She’s be at that age where you’re all arms and legs, when whatever childish grace you had has given way to adolescent clumsiness. She has big dark eyes and long black hair tucked neatly under a veil. Her skin is brown. Her hands are small, quick, good at sewing a tidy hemline or kneading a ball of dough.
I think about what it must have been like to live in a militarized…
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