One of the messages we, as Christians, hear most often is probably that others should see something different about us. We are not to be like this world; we are called to be the Light of our Savior. Talk about pressure, right? Luke sets the stage for Christ's birth by giving the brief account of John the Baptist's birth. An angel appears to his father Zacharias and tells him that his wife Elizabeth will have a son who will be highly favored by the Lord. Zacharias does not believe this, since he and his wife are past child-bearing age and she has not had children. Because of his disbelief, he is turned deaf and mute until his son is born (Luke 1:5-25).
Just the next verse over, in Luke 1:26, the angel appears to Mary and tells her she will have a son. She is shocked, but she worships God. Her next move is to go visit her relative, Elizabeth. (Yes--it's the same Elizabeth.) And what happens when she appears? "And as it happened, when Elizabeth heard the greeting of Mary, that the babe leaped in her womb; and Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit" (Luke 1:41).
Elizabeth knew, her unborn son knew, that Mary was different. In fact, Elizabeth asks Mary, "But why is this granted to me, that the mother of my Lord should come to me?" Mary is already being referred to as the mother of the Savior. If anyone has ever known pressure in her life, it's Mary, I'm sure.
We can see the difference in Zacharias' and Mary's responses--one of disbelief and one of worship. I think that's a pretty clear example of how we can handle pressure. We can believe in God but have disbelief about His works that we become silent. Or we can believe in Him and, even in the midst of the unbelievable, say "may it happen as You command it, Lord!"
And that is how people know who we belong to.
A few months ago, when I was getting my nails done, I got into a conversation with the lady next to me about my circumstances. Nothing detailed, nothing overly personal. She said she had felt like she should talk with me, and she asked if I was a "believer." To be honest, this term throws me off. Can't you just ask if I'm Christian? Or a woman of faith? I could "believe" in a lot of things. Anyway... She said she felt I was because of how at peace I seemed. After the conversation ended, I smiled. I had never had someone assume I was a Christian because of how I talked, and I had a moment where I thought "but how did she even see that?" And then I had another moment later: "Oh, no. What if I don't always show that? What about those days I feel utter despair and no peace? Am I fraud?"
It can feel like a lot of pressure sometimes, but that's because we are human and we aren't perfect. But God loves us anyway. And in this season, where everyone else is so uplifted and joyful but I still struggle with a sense of hopelessness some days, I have to remember to take the pressure off myself. I'm not a "bad Christian" because there are days I just want to cry when I get home. I don't believe in God any less because I sometimes struggle to see the good that can come from this season. My first response needs to be Mary's, not Zacharias'.
And here's the thing: God put that pressure on someone else, on His Son, so I didn't have to struggle with it.
So, I want to leave you with this: "Blessed is she who believed, for there will be a fulfillment of those things which were told her from the Lord" (Luke 1:45).