This is the script for a recorded meditation with Mary about her son. inspired by 'Doing Theology with an Eye on Mary' by Valdir R Stenernagel in the Evangelical Review of Theology.

The meditation was placed on a CD, and this intro included on a piece of paper:

Intro

Some mothers think that their sons are God’s gift.

Not Mary.
She knew that hers was.

Put on the headphones and press ‘play’

Script

A wedding round here is a big occasion.
...it’s family, it’s friends, it’s the whole community...
And hospitality is important - so many guests to keep happy.

So - the wine running low - that matters.

And I have a solution.
It’s not a plan.
Just, “do what he tells you to” and there will be wine on the table again...Look.

I’m not one of those pushy mums.
I don’t think my boy is God’s Gift.
I know that he is.
And you don’t control that.
It needs no pushing.

I will never understand how.
But I believe.
He says it’s not yet time.
I am chastened.
But he begins it here, all the same.
And there will be wine on the table again.

And now I think of things that I treasure in my heart.
I think of my angel-visit.
So long ago, but just like yesterday.
Little me, broom-in-hand, never-been-kissed.
Then suddenly the most-highly-favoured one, chosen to open my womb to the greatest treasure of heaven.
I didn’t understand it. Still don’t.
But I believed.

And when Joseph didn’t understand, I still believed.

And I carried that god-life, brought him into his world.
Angels and magi - I didn’t understand.
Dreams and warnings - I believed.
And I will treasure these things.

Now I think of the time that we lost him.
Found him three days later in the temple, sat there as if nothing had happened.
And it was us who took the rebuke!

Know this - I am his mother, but he is not mine.
He is a gift to be shared.
God’s Gift.
You don’t control that.
And you can’t understand that - I can’t.
You just believe.
Treasure it.

And so now it’s all coming together.
This is what he is here for.
Today, the christ-work begins.
I don’t know where it will take him, but I will go there with him.

He takes the water, and speaks to waiters.

I don’t understand. But I believe.

And now there will be wine on the table again...