VI.
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD.
Let us go back now to that night in March and see
Mary kneeling in her little room in prayer. Her
heart is full, fuller to-night than ever with the thought
that fills it always. When, when will He come? Why
does He delay so long? Oh, that He would rend the
heavens and come down!
Her lamp burns low as she prays on. How reverent she is, how still. Her strong prayer is moving God Himself.
See! See! in the midst of a dazzling light, not of this world, an Angel stands before her. He comes near, and, kneeling, salutes her:
"Hail, full of grace, the Lord is with thee: blessed art thou amongst women!"
What glorious praise, and from one so high and holy! For this is Gabriel, one of the seven who stand before God. How will she answer him?
There is no answer. A blush, a troubled look is on her beautiful face as she thinks within herself what manner of salutation this may be. She knows we cannot always trust those who speak to us in words of praise, and surely such words as these are not for her. Is this a messenger from God? She will be silent till he speaks again.
The Angel sees her trouble and says:
"Fear not, Mary, for thou hast found grace with God. Behold, thou shalt bring forth a Son, and thou shalt call His name Jesus. He shall be great and shall be
