Originally published at Ignatian Spirituality
While revisiting photos from a recent family reunion, I thought about the Mother of God. She had no baby pictures of Jesus, no camera, nor any digital images. No wonder she had to ponder so much in her heart!
God knew that Jesus and Mary would write no journals, and we would be left to our imaginations when building a relationship with the Holy Family.
I love talking about my four children, so I imagine that Mary would too. She might share about her adventures with Jesus, both when he was young and after she traveled with him during his public ministry. I love retelling stories of funny moments; maybe she did too.
I can imagine that, even while Jesus was alive, Mary loved reminiscing with extended family as the caravan traveled home from the temple, just as I retell stories from our family reunion. I extrapolate that she bid goodbye to a relative who took a fork in the road to get home, and Mary promised to update her again “next year in Jerusalem.”
In subsequent years, how many times did she retell the story of Jesus alone three days in Jerusalem?
“Oh, I can laugh about it now,”
