If I Were…

If wey I were an angel when Jesus left His throne, would I have watched in disbelief, wondering why He would leave His Heavenly home?  Would I have shaken my head, confused by this sight, asking how the Father could show mercy to those who had broken all of His laws? 

If I were Mary, chosen by God, what would I think about my life now? How could I be, just a poor, simple girl, the mother of God’s Son, the Messiah, the promised One? Would I have really understood how truly blessed I was, to be able to kiss the very face of God.

If I were a shepherd watching my flock by night, what would I have done, when the angel appeared, proclaiming the promised One had come? Would I have believed and followed the star, or doubted the truth and stayed where I was?

If I were the innkeeper, would I have turned them away, or given them a hay filled stable where the mother and baby could lay? If I had known this young girl bore the Messiah, would I have shouted, “go away”, or given them my bed, imploring them to stay? 

If I were a wise man, would I have traveled so far? Would I have heeded God’s warning and traveled back another way? Would I have brought my gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh to the child King, or would I have pridefully kept them all for me? 

If I were one of the Heavenly Host, would I have understood why Jesus would go? Why give up His glorious splendor to lay down His life for such undeserving men, who would later send him to his death? Would I later have stood there as He followed the will of His Father, giving up His life for sinners? Maybe I would have left Heaven in a fit of anger, destroying mankind for the way they treated the glorious Savior. Then again, maybe I’d have chosen to quietly look on what was unfolding, also obeying the will of my Creator.

If I were a soldier at the foot of the cross, would I have been a part of those who jeered and mocked? Would I have proudly stood saying “look what I have done. I killed the King, the Holy One”. Maybe, just maybe, I would have fallen down instead, crying out in shame, knowing that the Lamb of God was before me dead.

If I were His follower, on that Easter morning, what would I have imagined when I found the tomb empty? Would I have wept believing all was lost, sure that the world would forever suffer the cost? Would I have rejoiced, and sang out His praises, knowing the Son had risen just like He promised? 

I am not an angel, a shepherd, or Mary, neither am I a soldier, the innkeeper, or wiseman. I am just a girl, whose soul was totally and hopelessly lost. One looking for answers where none could be found. One day, the Holy Spirit my way did come, showing me the grace of Jesus, God’s Son. Showing me that upon the cross, my sins had He borne, bringing forgiveness and hope that could be mine for evermore. Sin He had conquered, and over death He had won. Oh, praise His name, He is the Resurrected One. I am redeemed by the Blood of the Lamb, a child of the King, forever I am!