A Prayer for Treasuring and Pondering Jesus
So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. Luke 2:16-19
Dear Lord Jesus, it’s hard not to be in awe of Mary’s calling to nurse God the Son and raise the Son of God. Even as I write these words, I realize what a holy mystery the incarnation was. You, the very God who created all things—who sustains all things, and who is making all things new—you humbled yourself and drew life-giving nourishment from a young maiden’s breast. Oh, holy mystery and glorious gospel.
And Mary “treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart”—a response that requires a slower pace and quiet reflection. “Hurrying off” like a shepherd to tell others about you has always been easier for me than sitting still and letting you tell me about yourself.
It’s always been easier for me to talk than to listen—to stay busy than to relax; to be “productive” than to be meditative. I confess this as sin, Jesus. This isn’t okay, for knowing about you is not the same thing as knowing you. An informed mind is not the same thing as an enflamed heart.
To know you is eternal life, and I do want to know you, Lord Jesus, so much better than I already do. I want increasingly to treasure you in my heart and ponder the wonder of who you are. I want to live at the pace of grace, not the pace of the swirling life around me.
I want to more deeply contemplate everything you’ve already accomplished through your life, death, and resurrection; everything you’re presently doing as the King of Kings and Lord of Lords; and everything you will be to us in the new heaven and new earth—Bridegroom to beloved bride. There is so much to take in and treasure!
Lord Jesus, I repent of my much-ness and many-ness—for, at times, living more of a driven life than a called life. In this season of Advent, may I be able to say in a fresh and sincere way, “Whom have I in heaven but you? And there is nothing on earth that I desire besides you. My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever” (Ps. 73:25-26). So very Amen I pray, in your peerless and priceless name.