Mary's Yes.

One Yes, Eternal Impact.

During rehearsal for Carol, as we practiced the hymn “Loru ojo ibi Jesu,” a thought struck me: If you were Mary, what would you do?

First things first (and I’ve been waiting years to say this): To the person who wrote “Mary, Did You Know?”—yes, Mary knew. She knew her baby was special. Maybe not exactly how everything would unfold, but she knew He was a King.

A few weeks ago, I started watching this new Mary movie on Netflix. I haven’t finished it yet, but after that thought during rehearsal, I kept reflecting on how confusing Mary’s life must have been, even before the angel appeared. According to the movie and some books I’ve read, Mary was taken to the temple as a child and dedicated to God, much like how Hannah promised Samuel to the Lord.

Now, just imagine how Mary must have felt when her parents told her she was going to marry Joseph. Confused? Shocked? Betrayed, maybe? Let’s be honest—Joseph’s name wasn’t exactly the most exciting. No offense to any Josephs out there, but I would’ve expected someone important from the temple or something. I’ve been promised to God, after all. What do you mean by Broda Furniture? 😔

And just when things seemed confusing enough, she’s told she’s about to become the mother of the Savior of the world—without, you know... having sexual intercourse. The baby will just enter her womb. Na Indian feem?

Honestly, I would’ve asked God if He was trying to get me killed. In Israel, where they stoned girls for getting pregnant before marriage.

Abba Father, haba nau! Who would believe her?

Now, imagine this happening in 2024. All the girls on Mary’s street would have made her life miserable. You went to the convent, and olofasudeen, you're pregnant? Omo, you go explain tire.😂

And let’s not even talk about Uncle Gabriel, who kept appearing and disappearing. I’ve watched too many Yoruba movies to be having conversations with men in white who like to perform film tricks.

Angel Gabriel: Hail Mary…

Me:

That's if I don't even run away.😭😭

Really, Mary’s story is both miraculous and deeply relatable. At its core, it’s about obedience, faith, and courage in the face of the unknown. Mary could have refused. She could have said, “I’m not ready for this,” or “Find someone else.” But instead, she responded with quiet resolve: “Be it unto me according to thy word.”

I wonder where she got that kind of faith from. Was it her parents? Her time in the temple? Most likely, it came directly from God, because faith is a gift.

Yes, I did something there.😌

So, I think about how often life asks us to take leaps of faith—stepping into roles we don’t feel ready for, facing challenges that seem insurmountable, or trusting a plan we can’t fully understand. In those moments, do we echo Mary’s surrender, or do we hold back, gripped by fear?

This season, Mary’s story feels like an invitation—to say yes to the unexpected, to trust that even the uncertain, daunting paths lead to something greater. Christmas isn’t just about the miracle of Christ’s birth; it’s also about the miracle of faith—the kind Mary exemplified when she chose to believe and obey.

So, my love, if you were Mary, what would you do? Would you say yes? Would you trust? Would you carry the weight of the unknown, believing in the promise of what’s to come?

This Christmas, I’m asking myself these questions. You should, too.

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Maybe I’ll be in your mail on Christmas day, maybe I wouldn't.

Either ways, Merry Christmas my love!🎄❤️