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GUEST POST BY LUCINDA LATHAN
Dance is as much a part of me as my freckles. I danced before I walked. In a lifetime of dance, recreationally and semi-professionally, at some point I believed I was supposed to – I was “called” to – deliver dance to the world around me; to mold it; to use dance to express – through movement, shapes and experience. It had been given, delivered, to me. And I was to gift it to others.
In mothering my two boys, it is the same. I physically delivered them in birth! In many ways, I believe they were given – delivered – to me. They naturally are a part of and some expression of me. They are much more precious than dance. In their embodiment, they only are mine by relationship – we share a mother-son relationship that only exists in the ebb and flow of who I am versus who they are and will be. But they are gifted to me to give to the world.
In the story of Christ, Mary is gifted a son. The Son of Man, the Son of God.
Jesus of Nazareth came from a woman, in human birth and was raised in a mother-child relationship. But Jesus was also the Son of God, who, as Messiah and God, existed before, within and after time. He was, is and forever will be. In the Nativity story, Mary delivers God. Well, Mary delivers Jesus. God delivers Himself to the world through Mary.
God delivers himself to Mary.
Mary delivers Jesus.
Christ, Messiah, the Light of the World is delivered to us.
“For to us a child is born, to us a son is given…” (Isaiah 9:6a)
We are given Christ. We have him, and in this life, we deliver him to the world.