Be honest, did you think you were better than her…just a little?

She was a teenage mother.

Her fiancé was not the baby’s daddy.

Did you call your best friend to spread the gossip?

Did you two laugh at the fact that her life read like an episode of Jerry Springer?

Did you call her “trashy” or “trampy”?

Be honest, did you think you were better than her…just a little?

 

She was poor.

She didn’t even have the basics for her baby.

Did you look down on her?

Did you think her poverty was probably somehow her fault?

Did a tiny piece of you judge her for not being prepared for the child she chose to bring into this world?

Be honest, did you think you were better than her… just a little?

 

She was an illegal immigrant.

She had no business being in this country.

She fled to protect her child, to give him a better life.

She didn’t speak the language.

Did you tell her to go back to where she came from?

Did you assume that because she didn’t speak your language, she was less intelligent than you?

Be honest, did you think you were better than her…just a little?

 

She had visions.

She saw things.

Did you call her crazy?

Did you roll your eyes at her behind her back?

Be honest, did you think you were better than her…just a little?

 

She was homeless.

She wandered the streets before giving birth.

Did you open your home?

Did you comfort her as she begged for the smallest act of kindness – a place to lay her child?

Be honest, did you think you were better than her…just a little?

 

She was raising an odd child.

He just didn’t act like the other kids.

Did you tell your kids to stay away from him?

Did you say they were busy and couldn’t come out to play?

Did you listen to her as she struggled with how to raise such an unusual soul?

Be honest, did you think you were better than her…just a little?

 

Her son had run-ins with the law.

Did you think it was probably somehow her fault?

Did you think your kids were bettered behaved than him?

Be honest, did you think you were better than her…just a little?

 

She held her baby in her arms.

He was dead.

He was a rebel.

He got into trouble with the wrong people.

It came back to him…and her.

Did you avert your eyes?

Did avoid sitting with her to spare yourself the uncomfortable silence?

Did you stay away from her so as not to bear even the tiniest burden of her overwhelming grief?

Be honest, did you think you were better than her…just a little?

 

She was Mary, the Mother of God.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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