Jess (Burgess Collins, American, 1923-2004): The Visitation (II), 1955.
Hackett Mill Gallery, San Francisco. Oil on canvas, 22 x 34 in. © Jess Collins. #IRequireArt @irequireart #hackettmill #jess IRequireArt.com
I’m reminded this time of year, as we wait for the Christ’s Mass, of the moment of incarnation. When Mary met her cousin and the child leapt in her womb, who else was present? She carried this divine being around in her body when she cooked, washed dishes, walked, travelled to visit Elizabeth. Were there heavenly beings guarding her, protecting her at every move?
If the demons knew Jesus as a man, surely all the realms were aware something was taking place with this young girl. If the stars lit up and spelled a message for astrologers from other countries, surely ethereal beings were on alert while this child was growing in this unknown girl’s belly. There must have been many visitations.
I doubt her pregnancy was easy. She was in danger. The best way to stop this instance of divine incarnation was to not let that baby get born. He was born, but while traveling. Soon after, the family had to escape to Egypt as refugees, fleeing from a government that would not protect them. That this child was born without harm and lived until 33 is pretty miraculous.
Mary carried the Son of God, she was the Christ-bearer, the Theotokos. Was she aware of her entourage, the visitors? Was she aware of that which sought her harm? How afraid was she throughout this birth, the life of her son, his death, and what her life became afterwards? Did she know the ultimate visitation was God dwelling in her body?
I am sure she was aware; something to ponder in her heart. God Bless.