Listen to the beat


By Heather Djunga

The first glimpse that Luke gives us of the King of Kings in his gospel is of His name, Jesus. Gabriel has visited Mary and announced that she will give birth to a son, named Jesus.

The next glimpse he gives us of the King of Kings is of a bump.

The Word has been given and as with every word the Lord speaks, the miracle starts to unfold. The King is still veiled within Mary’s pregnant belly but He is there, with tiny nails and eyelashes, and a heartbeat.
His heart beats in Mary and she knows He is there, even though the miracle is not yet evident to everyone else.

Mary experiences the fevers and morning sickness of pregnancy alone. We don’t know what emotions she experiences as she comes to terms with what the Lord is doing through her life, and as she battles to grasp what the Lord has placed inside of her. There’s not exactly a support group for this kind of thing.
It’s a heavy thing for her to carry alone. But she’s not alone. The Father is with her.

Then she starts to show. At first, as a tiny bulge, which she hides easily enough beneath loose-fitting dresses. Fortunately these kind of dresses are in fashion at the moment. Initially, Mary pulls off this loose-fitting ‘look’ with great finesse.

But then the bulge becomes a distinct bump. This is Mary’s first pregnancy and so she carries fairly well. Still, the bump is unmistakable. Mary’s family, who initially teased her for putting on a little weight, now start to question her.
We can imagine the shame she endures carrying God’s child. We can see the stares and hear the whispered remarks. “Mary isn’t married. Who is the Father?”
A sheepish explanation, “He is the Son of God” doesn’t suffice in freeing Mary from the scorn of family and public shame. “No, really guys, I’m telling the truth. The baby I’m carrying is the one in scripture. You know those passages we recite in the synagogue – they refer to my baby. That’s my boy – I’m his mom.” #awkward.

A nice Jewish girl endures the ‘black sheep’, even ‘crazy’ label for her King.
Luke doesn’t say what Mary went through. We can only imagine. But he does write how she got through it. On her knees, with her hands raised in praise:

Mary’s Song
46 And Mary said:
“My soul glorifies the Lord
and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior,
for he has been mindful
of the humble state of his servant.
From now on all generations will call me blessed,
for the Mighty One has done great things for me—
holy is his name.
His mercy extends to those who fear him,
from generation to generation.
He has performed mighty deeds with his arm;
he has scattered those who are proud in their inmost thoughts.
He has brought down rulers from their thrones
but has lifted up the humble.
He has filled the hungry with good things
but has sent the rich away empty.
He has helped his servant Israel,
remembering to be merciful
to Abraham and his descendants forever,
just as he promised our ancestors.”

God has put something in you – it might not yet be evident to everyone else. When the bump gets bigger, you might have to endure scorn, unbelief, gossip and even rejection from those you thought you could trust with God’s revelation. They might not see the vision, or understand your dream.
But settle everything on your knees before the Father. What He has spoken, He will watch over.

See the baby grow in Mary’s womb. He’s kicking now and Mary can feel Him move.
The world doesn’t yet understand the miracle, but she feels the child’s heartbeat. She knows He is the King of Kings. She can listen to the noise of the world, the criticism and the unbelief. Or she can turn her ear inwards, to the heartbeat of the king.

Today: Which frequency are you tuned into? Choose to listen to the beat.

(The Sketch Chronicles: 17 of 365)

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Author: Heather Djunga

You would die for Him but will you live for Him? What would happen if one person - you - committed to live out loud for Him? ©Copyright Heather Djunga 2018.The creative concepts, drawings and writing on this site cannot be reproduced without the expressed permission of the author and artist

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