When I was pregnant, I often thought of Mary, the mother of Jesus:
- How she managed her daily chores
- How she endured the difficult trip to Bethlehem
- How it felt to give birth in a smelly stable
Let’s think about Jesus in the womb. The God-so-loved-the-world heart starting to beat. The feet nailed to the cross, ten tiny toes with even tinier toenails. The mouth that spoke the world into existence sucking the thumb of the hand that broke the bread.
Sacred life, indeed!
