Stain

Oh, it was a stain all right, one that could never be washed away, nor dissolved, nor could any amount of explaining stop the whispers nor the guarded looks nor the snickers behind the hand. We believe she was merely a teenager when she learned of the situation. She was not married. She was pregnant. Her name was Mary and she was now stained.

The conception was of the miraculous and it was an angel who told her the implausible news. Mary tried to account to Joseph; I expect he stared incredulously at this girl he loved as she recounted the strange tale, but as much as he adored her, he could not believe. He mulled over the situation, knew he was not the father of the baby, and resolved to break the relationship. Then an angel talked to him and the angel’s story was the same as Mary’s, so Joseph believed, and together this young innocent couple lived with the stain, with the shame.

The stain was enduring and was a thing of beauty, but they didn’t know about that, only about the reproach of the pregnancy and of their daily difficulties. Little did they understand that the blood of the baby born that night in Bethlehem was of the eternal and that its shedding, its staining of the wood of Golgotha, would be that to redeem mankind.

So, the beauty of stain becomes apparent. It becomes of efficacy, of potency, so that a piece of textile subjected to pots of color and to the clacking of loom is transformed into an item of beauty and of benefit.

Strange, is it not. Rare. A lesson to be learned.

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About Shirley Buxton

Still full of life and ready to be on the move, Shirley at 78 years old feels blessed to have lots of energy and to be full of optimism. She has been married to Jerry for 60 years. They have 4 children, 12 grandchildren and 11 great-grandchildren...all beautiful and highly intelligent--of course. :)
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5 Responses to Stain

  1. Pingback: Beauty of Stained (Day 353/365) « Shirley Buxton’s Photography

  2. Rhonda Jones says:

    What child is this who lay to rest…….Mary did you know……..that your baby boy was the great I am? What a beautiful miracle in itself. To be chosen to bring forth God into this world had to be such a high honor and yet knowing what the angel had told them and willing to be shunned they proceeded in faith knowing it was from God. My thoughts race to Marys thoughts while carrying this child Jesus. That there was something different about her baby. But at the same time having to be private about this. And then to know you was chosen.

  3. Amazing story, is it not, Sister Jones. Wishing you and your family a wonderful Christmas week.

    Love…

  4. It’s funny how as a child, I always just thought about the fact that Mary was blessed, chosen to be Jesus mother. Never, did I stop to think of the shame or ridicule she and her husband must of suffered.

    • Donna, I didn’t think about this either when I was a child, but as I grew older, I became aware of the most challenging position in which Mary found herself. What a beautiful story.

      Thank you for your visit and your comment. I look forward to your being here often.

      Love…

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