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Be God's Instrument

by Barbara Garwood

Select a teenager or young adult to prepare and build the worship setting as the dialogue below unfolds. Names used are only to aid in the dialogue and can be changed to fit your purposes.

Sue hurries in, arms loaded with supplies to build the worship setting—cloth for a table or backdrop, assorted easels, picture of Christ, candles and holders, flowers, and other decorative supplies.

Sue: Oh, I’m sorry. It seems I’m late getting this done. I asked some people to help me do this…but I guess nobody found me. It’s an easy theme: “Be God’s Instrument.” So I asked some people who play instruments to bring theirs and we would put them all together for the worship center…and …well, I thought it would be nice… But so far…no one…oh, dear. I’m sorry!

(Enter 1st helper, Jack)

Jack: Hi, Sue. I brought something I thought would work for your worship table.

Sue: Thanks, Jack. (She sees that it isn’t a musical instrument.) It’s a…a…

Jack: It’s a stethoscope! You know, I work as a volunteer at the clinic across town a couple of times a week. This stethoscope helps me make a good diagnosis. It’s an instrument of healing. I hope it’s okay. When I use it, I always pray that I will be able to bring healing to a sick body.

Sue: We all know how important your work is…to God…and to others. I guess a stethoscope is an instrument—that’s for sure. Thanks, Jack. I’ll put it right here.

(Jack leaves—Mary enters—obviously in a hurry)

Mary: I know I’m late getting this to you, but the baby was fussing and it took longer than I thought to get ready. Here’s the instrument you wanted.

Sue: Thanks, Mary. (She reaches into the bag and takes out a small toy and baby bottle.) Um…I think this must be the wrong sack.

Mary: No…I thought for a long time, and I decided that I use these every day to keep the baby happy and teach him to be content. I show him my love for him by caring for his needs. That seemed to me to be a good way to be God’s instrument to my baby. Maybe some other mother will learn to show love to her children, too, by seeing how much I love and care for mine.

Sue: Yes, I guess that’s true. Thanks, Mary. (Mary leaves)

Wow! This is not what I had planned. What am I going to do now?

(older woman enters)

Woman: Hi, Sue. I know you asked for an instrument…but, well, the only one I found was so old and battered I didn’t think you’d want it for your setting. Besides, no one has played that old horn for 25 years! But, I thought, I make bread for Communion every month…and I always make enough to share with a neighbor or family in need. I use this big bowl and my old mixer every time. I guess you could say they are my instruments. And I like to think I’m God’s instrument when I use them. I hope to show my commitment to the congregation in supplying the bread we break and share, and my compassion for the needs of others when I give other loaves away. You can use these if you want.

Sue: Thanks, I certainly will. (older woman leaves) Well, I’m beginning to think this may be an even better focus than I had originally thought. I just need one or two more things.

Tom: Hey Sue, (young adult man enters, walking quickly and holding tools out to her) I thought about what you needed, but decided I’d bring this instead.

Sue: A hammer and nails?

Tom: Yes. You know I like to work on houses for Habitat for Humanity whenever I can. And I do a lot of handyman work for my neighbors. I like to think I’m offering a form of ministry with my tools and my skills. I think these can be God’s instruments, too.

Sue: Thanks, Tom…so do I.

(Sue continues building the worship center. She is moving things around when an older man enters.)

Bob: Hello, Sue. I looked for my old saxophone, but I think we got rid of it some time back. Sorry. But I did bring something I use every day to help others learn about Christ….

Sue: Your Bible! And your oil vial! Great choices, Bob…. Of course! You do hospital ministry now that you are retired.

Bob: Yes, I’m available whenever someone is needed to offer comfort or support or laying on of hands for the sick. This Bible contains words of hope and peace that I share again and again. The two of us—God’s word and God’s servant—working together, have made some beautiful music to touch aching hearts and bodies.

Sue: Then you’re right, Bob—your Bible is a great instrument. And, so are you. Thanks so much! (Bob leaves)

(The setting is completed. Sue turns to leave and then reaches into her bag or basket for one last thing. She pulls out a small flute.)

Smiling, she says: Just for good measure.

The Good Father

by Lu Mountenay

Monologue: One young adult male, dressed in a biblical robe. Memorize or read.

I have good memories of my father. You may have heard of me. They call me the prodigal son. Do you know what that means? Prodigal? It means wasteful—with money, with time, and strength. It means extravagant. It means spendthrift. But that is not what people should remember—that I was a spendthrift. They should remember, as I remember, that my father was good.

People should remember the story of the “Good Father.”

Yes, I asked him for my inheritance too soon; and he gave it to me…reluctantly. Not because he wanted me to leave home, but because he hoped I would grow and learn, and exercise my agency by making responsible choices. And what did I do? I spent all my money on food and drink and riotous living; and was then brought low. So low—I was starving and knew that even my father’s servants lived better than I.

I decided to humble myself, return to my father and ask for forgiveness and a place among his servants. This was not acceptable to him. When I returned, it was to his home, his family, his heart. Yes, he was the good father.

What I remember most…is this: When I was coming near to his house and he saw me, his face lit up, he dropped what he was doing, and he ran to meet me with open arms and open heart; with unconditional love. Divine love. And that’s what I remember most!

© 2012 Community of Christ

A Story about Light

Once there was a man who lived in terrible darkness. He prayed for light for himself and for his family. One day, he looked out and saw a faint glimmer of light far off in the darkness. Closer and closer came the light until it was at his door. His neighbor stood there holding the light in his hands, his face illuminated by a beautiful glow.

How the neighbor was welcomed! What joy! What love! What peace! They talked and talked, surrounded by the light. Finally it was time to go. With a warm embrace, the neighbor left and walked through the darkness, lighting the earth about him as he went.

“Oh!” cried the man in panic. “The light! He is taking the light! Come back!”

Then he felt his wife’s hand on his shoulder. “The light is here, beloved. See how the children warm themselves around it? See how it brightens their faces and fills the whole room?”

The man and his family cherished the light, and it grew until it filled the whole house. It reached the barns and even the fields beyond. His children grew strong, his cattle grew fat, and his fields filled with abundance.

One night he was surprised when he heard his wife sobbing in bed beside him. He tried to comfort her. “Why do you weep? Is not life beautiful for us since the coming of the light?”

“I dreamed I saw children groping in the dark,” she whispered. “and it was cold. The darkness crept past our fields…to our barns…to our house! Our light was gone! When I wakened, I was weeping here in the darkness beside you.”

“Strange,” said her husband. “These last few days I’ve noticed a lessening of light.”

“Oh, my husband, do you remember how the light came to us—how it glowed in the hands of our neighbor? And when he went away, although he took it with him, it also stayed with us? But now I cannot bear to have the light when I see children cold and crying in the dark. Could we not share the light as did our neighbor?

We must share the light or it will die!”

They arose from their bed, calling their children, “Come, let us go and share the light!”

Like the rays of a star they went out, carrying the light into the darkness to God’s children who were waiting there. When they returned, the light they carried was greater than before, and their hearts held greater peace, greater love, and greater joy.

Never again did that man hold the light to be his alone. Never again could he sit in the light, not caring, not sharing. His heart stirred him to go, that others might know of the light that was glowing within him.

Wide as the world went the light, until all the lights shining together became bright as the sun. The darkness was gone…for at last the whole earth shared the light!

Maxine C. Wight, A Story about Light (Herald Publishing House, 1979, ISBN 9780830902361), 7–11, adapted

Bringing the Nativity to Life

written by Ashley Whitham

These sets of readings are intended for use during a worship service. The pieces can be spread throughout.  Reading 3, the Wise Men, can be used for the Disciples’ Generous Response. The staging and costumes are to be minimal. The words of the readings are invitations to the congregation to imagine themselves as each part of the nativity story, including the various parts from the stories of both Luke and Matthew. To help the congregation think in different ways, consider having a female reader for Joseph and a male reader for the Mary.

The actors are on stage for as long as their reading lasts and possibly the song after their reading. The actors are not required to speak, although the angels could be asked to sing.

Cast:
5 Readers (Or 1 reader to read all parts)
Actors (there are eight parts, but one actor could play all roles)
1 angel or more
1 shepherd or more
1 sheep or more
3 Magi
1 Joseph
1 Mary

Stage: Nativity set with places for angels, shepherds, Magi, Joseph and Mary. Each of the appointed places has the costumes and possibly a sign hung with the characters’ names.  For angels, the costumes could be as simple halos, with hymnals. Shepherds could hold staffs, while sheep could be headbands with cotton balls glued attached.

Reader 1: We are angels, eager and excited. (Reader takes short pause – angel actors begin to get in place. During the reading, get your halos on and grab the hymnals.) First, there was one angel, Gabriel, who visited Mary. Then an angel of the Lord visited Joseph in a dream. But now, it is time for Jesus to come, and so we have all come. We have been sent to Earth to guard and love the baby Jesus. But we are so excited about it, that we share the news with anyone who will listen! We found some shepherds nearby, poor dears. I think we may have startled them. But how could we keep this news to ourselves? The good news of Jesus will bring great joy to all who hear! How can we do anything but sing?

Congregational Song: “Hark!  The Herald Angels Sing” CCS 423
(Alternate: could have angels sing first verse, and congregation join for the rest of the song)
OR “Angels We Have Heard on High” CCS 427

Reader 2: We are shepherds, full of awe. (Reader takes short pause.  Shepherds and sheep actors begin to walk forward. Shepherds grab the crooks, and sheep put on headbands. Stand during the reading and dance during the next song.) We were just going about our daily lives, when this miracle happened in front of us. We didn’t know what it was; we still don’t know what we saw. We don’t know what it means, but we were in such awe, we couldn’t help but go and see.  Just because we can’t explain it doesn’t mean we can ignore it. There is a miracle happening among us, right here in the poor side of a poor town, in an oppressed country – a king is born.

Congregational Song: “Go Tell It on the Mountain” CCS 409
OR “God’s Love Made Visible!” CCS 411

Reader 3: We are wise, always in search of the Source. (Reader takes short pause – Magi actors come forward. Put on crowns, and grab offering bowls.) We have studied, and want to know more. A star appeared, and we researched for years: what could it mean? Why would it appear now, and there? What could the heavens be telling us? The birth of a great king, ordained by God, was announced by a star. The star bid us to come, and we have come. We seek the child, so we might know the face of God. We always seek to know God. We bring offerings of our people as a love offering for God.

Congregational Song: “Silent Night! Holy Night!” CCS 421
OR “Lovely Child, Holy Child” CCS 428
During song, collect the offering. Once at the back, exchange the offering bowls for more traditional magi gift props. Put them on the front of the stage.

Reader 4: We are Joseph, protective of our family. (Reader takes short pause – Joseph actor begins to walk up. Put on costume. Build or assemble a manger and put straw in it.) Family doesn’t mean we share a blood type. This baby needs us. We protect God’s vision of shalom by protecting this infant. We care for God by caring for Mary. We guard our family, finding them shelter in the night, fleeing our country to keep them safe. What more can we do for this baby, our son?

Suggested Ministry of Music: “Joseph, Kind Joseph” CCS 414
OR “Star-Child” CCS 420

Reader 5: We are Mary, brave and willing. (Reader takes short pause – Mary actor comes forward. Puts on the blue robe. Swaddles the baby Jesus and puts the baby in the manger.) We were faced with such an ordinary task – have a baby – and yet by impossible means. We risked it all for God: stepped beyond social constraints, personal life plans, and family expectations - for God! And now, we have Jesus in our lives. We were given a choice, and we chose you, Jesus. Here we are, servants of the Lord; let it be with us according to your word. (Paraphrased from Luke 1:38)

Suggested Ministry of Music: “Canticle of the Turning” CCS 404
OR “like a child” CCS 403

The Child to Come

Written by Ashley Whitham

This four part play tells the stories of Mary and Elizabeth, and expecting the birth of two special babies. No single character knows the entire story, but there is hope and mystery about the future. The play can be performed one act per Advent Sunday or all together as part of the same Christmas worship.

Actors Needed: 4
2 angels
Mary
Elizabeth

Act I: In the Court of Gabriel

Characters:
Angel 1 – the Angel who appears to Zechariah
Angel 2 – the Angel who appears to Mary

Angel 1 enters, laughing. Angel 2 waves Angel 1 over

Angel 2: Hey Gabriel! What is so funny?

Angel1: (still laughing) You don’t even know! Oh Gabriel, it was hilarious! He just…
(pantomime moving mouth with no sound – and then continues laughing)

Angel 2: What? Who were you visiting?

Angel 1: Some priest and his wife.

Angel 2: You got to go to Jerusalem?

Angel 1: Yeah. Zechariah and Elizabeth.

Angel 2: What? That old couple? What did you visit them for?

Angel 1: Oh, just your ordinary visitation and pronouncement of a miracle!

Angel 2: A miracle for Zechariah and Elizabeth? What kind of miracle would they get?    

Angel 1: A baby.

Angel 2: Nuh-uh! She’s gotta be too old!

Angel 1: (Pause and stare; answer sarcastically) Yeah. That’s why it’s called a miracle.

Angel 2: Well, even with a miracle, they are too old! What good does it do to give them a baby?

Angel 1: I don’t know, but his name will be John.

Angel 2: John? A standard name for a miracle baby. I don’t get it. What was so funny about a about a baby named John?  My visitation was much cooler.

Angel 1: You had a visitation, too?

Angel 2: Yep, but tell me yours first.

Angel 1: I will. Mine’s way better. Zechariah came in to the temple to burn incense and say the prayers. You know the ritual. At first, I just stood there, and didn’t say anything. He walked forward to burn the incense, and then I went FULL ANGEL-GLORY! I did the whole, “Fear not!” thing. It was massive. I went all out – big, shiny light; wings that fill the room; trumpeters and glory and splendor and brilliance… it was perfect!

Angel 2: (unimpressed) Sounds… standard.

Angel 1: Yeah, I know. But the Boss said this baby was important, so I really wanted to make
the pronouncement special.

Angel 2: Your baby is important?

Angel 1: Yes, my baby is important. Why else would you pronounce a baby?

Angel 2: (disappointed) Well, the Boss said MY baby was important.

Angel 1: Two important babies at the same time? Why?

Angel 2: How should I know?

Angel 1: (half whining) Can I just finish my story?

Angel 2: Okay, okay. I’m still waiting for the punch line.

Angel 1: I’ll get to it. Where was I?

Angel 2: Full Angel-Glory.

Angel 1: Right! So I had the giant wings, and the room was glowing white, and he just looks
frozen. So I start my speech, “Fear not, Zechariah: for thy prayer is heard.” (Pause) He just stood there (mime statue), frozen. So I kept going: “…thy wife Elizabeth shall bear thee a son!” Still (mime statue), nothing. “Thou shalt call him John!” He just stands there. So I lay off the lights and wings a little bit and ask him if he’s okay. He kind of nodded, so I went on with the pronouncement. I finally finish my speech and he asks how that could happen, because his wife is too old to have a baby. I’m like, (motion to wings, motion to self) “I’m an angel! Hello!” After all that effort I went to, I was just annoyed.

Angel 2: Oh humans are so ungrateful sometimes.

Angel 1: I know! But the Boss must have been listening in, because as soon as Zechariah expressed his doubt – boom!

Angel 2: He blew up?

Angel 1: What? No!

Angel 2: You said, ‘boom.’

Angel 1: I just meant, that was the moment he was punished for his doubting ways!

Angel 2: And he was punished by being blown up?

Angel 1: (Sigh) He was struck dumb.

Angel 2: (Shocked) Seriously?

Angel 1: Oh yeah! Mute! Not allowed to talk until the baby’s born!

Angel 2: The full pregnancy? (Mildly amused) That’s a LONG time for him to be silent.

Angel 1: (Laughing) I KNOW!

Angel 2: Well, your pronouncement certainly was more dramatic than mine.

Angel 1: Oh yeah. Your special baby. (Calm/control laughter) What did you do?

Angel 2: Well, I was told to keep it low-key: a serious pronouncement for my special mission. Mary was so young – just a girl, still living with her parents. She’s engaged, but not married yet. So I was worried that if I had gone “full angel-glory,” I would have scared her.

Angel 1: Well, that’s a bummer. I always think it’s fun to (do quote fingers) “spread my wings.”

Angel 2: Sometimes, but not this time. She was just a small girl living in the hills of Judah.  

Angel 1: A small girl in Judah? That doesn’t sound as miraculous as my barren old woman.

Angel 2: You’d think so, but she was a virgin.

Angel 1: Nuh-uh!

Angel 2: Yep. That was why I was supposed to keep it low-key. But it wasn’t just a pronouncement job. I had to ask her permission.

Angel 1: You asked for her permission?

Angel 2: Yeah. I had to. Boss said it wouldn’t work without it.

Angel 1: Wow. Usually we just show up with an announcement and tell them how it’s gonna be. I’ve never heard of a Gabriel asking permission before.

Angel 2: Me either, but the Boss said the baby was so special; Mary had to agree to the job. Without her full permission, it wasn’t going to work. His name will be Jesus.

Angel 1: Oh, that’s a nice name.

Angel 2: I thought so. Anyway, she said yes, so now she’s pregnant.

Angel 1: How is she going to explain that one to her parents? Or her fiancé?

Angel 2: I don’t know. I think another Gabriel is in charge of visiting her fiancé. But for now, Mary is headed for her cousin’s house in Jerusalem. Seemingly, she’s pregnant, too.

Angel 1: Wait, her cousin in Jerusalem? You mean Elizabeth?

Angel 2: Are they related? I didn’t know. So, two special baby pronouncements in the same family. What does this mean?

Angel 1: I have no idea, but it’ll be interesting to see what happens with these babies. John and Jesus, huh?

Angel 2:Jesus and John, two special babies, waiting to be born.

Act II: Elizabeth’s Faith

Character: Elizabeth—pregnant older woman

Monologue:
Joy to you, beloved visitors! Welcome to my home. You have come at an interesting time. I have been living in seclusion for many months now, and am just starved for someone to talk to! Do you have any news of the outside world? Oh, maybe you are speechless, in awe of my state. Yes, I am old. And yes, I am with child. This is a beloved and long-awaited gift from Adonai! (Note: Adonai is pronounced
add-o-nigh) Let me tell you of this miracle.

Zechariah and I have lived a good life. There is nothing better than serving Adonai in all ways. Although we have always lived righteously, we were never blessed with children. For years we struggled and tried, and I have been ashamed in front of my people. I felt most sorry for my husband, Zechariah. He is a priest in the temple. We have always lived just outside Jerusalem, and I love my little house. But I know my husband had planned for more people to sit around this table. We tried to move on, because after years of trying, nothing happened. We resigned ourselves to knowing this was life.

But then! Oh goodness. Zechariah was chosen – they all drew lots – to burn incense in the temple. He says it’s an amazing ceremony, although I’ve never been allowed to see it. He walked into the sanctuary, while all the other priests prayed outside. While he was there, he had some sort of vision! But here’s the thing (giggle): no one knows what he saw because he’s been mute ever since! (laugh, but then try to pull it back together)

At first, I was very concerned – what had he done to displease Adonai?  We have been good, and I couldn’t imagine what shame Zechariah could have brought upon himself! But then… A MIRACLE! I conceived! I didn’t believe it at first – I’m past the age of child-bearing.  But now you can see for yourself – six months along. I’m still confused about it all. The baby is a blessing, and yet my husband is being punished. Does that mean my baby will be taken from me? I have waited for this my entire life. That’s why I have stayed these six months in seclusion – to protect my baby. This is my only chance to be a mother, and I will not risk losing it before I can hold it in my arms.

If this is not a punishment, why can’t my husband talk? I hope his voice comes back soon – I want my baby to hear his father’s voice. But since he cannot, I talk and sing all day – to myself, to my baby, and to my husband when he’s here. Despite being mute, he does seem quite happy with the baby. I am glad. Our baby is hope – hope for our future that we did not have before. He will be strong in faith, like his father, and strong in speech like his mother!

Thank you for visiting me today. I have to get on with my cooking now. Come back and visit after the baby is born! Hopefully my husband will be able to visit with you then.

Act III: Mary’s Song

Character: Mary—pregnant young woman

Monologue:

Hello. Yes, I know I’m traveling alone. I’m visiting my cousin. I guess it’s alright for me to travel alone, since I am still only a child. I’m pregnant, so you would think I’d have my husband with me… but I’m too young. I’m not marrying Joseph until next year. Yes, I’m pregnant and unmarried.

I don’t know what came over me. I just said yes! Who says yes? I’m not supposed to say yes. An Angel of Adonai asked me to give birth to the Son of God, and I said yes. What was I thinking? I should have asked my dad’s permission. I should have asked Joseph, at least! We were engaged this year, but we’re not married yet. Oh!!!  He’s not going to accept this (hand on belly) or me! But I just can’t deal with all of that right now. I’m on my way to Jerusalem. My cousin lives there – Elizabeth. The angel said she was also pregnant. I can’t really believe that one. I’m pregnant at the same time as my relative – she’s an older woman! We assumed she’d be barren forever. No one saw this one coming! I guess no one’s going to see this (hand on belly) coming either. (Sigh)

God didn’t ask my father or Joseph. God asked me. Why would God ask me? I’m just a girl - I’m no one special. But God sent an angel to ask for my permission!  And I thought about it, but not really. I just said yes. I am supposed to say yes to God’s commands. I have always been taught to keep God’s covenants, and I have. But my parents never taught me how to respond when God asks a question. I guess no one thought God would do that to someone like me.

But God asked my permission – it’s my marriage and my body that has to be sacrificed for this baby, and God honored me by giving me the choice. And this baby has changed not only my body, but my heart. This is a special baby that I will love and cherish always. Before he has even arrived, I know that he has changed my world. What God’s will is, I cannot know. But as his mother, I will raise this baby to be strong in faith, word and deed. He will have every opportunity I can offer. He is my heart, and will be for the rest of eternity.

I’m hoping Elizabeth accepts my arrival. The angel was the one who suggested I go there. Maybe she won’t judge. I may be too young, but she’s too old! Hopefully, she’ll accept my miracle along with her own. I must be on my way now. Peace on your journey.

Act IV: Leap for Joy

Characters:
Mary – pregnant young woman
Elizabeth – pregnant (previously barren) older woman

Dialogue:

Elizabeth: Pantomime kitchen cleaning

Mary: (Enters stage) Hello?

Elizabeth: (Turns to see Mary) Oh! Hello! (Grab belly) OH!! Oh my goodness.

Mary: (Rushes to Elizabeth; frantic) Are you alright? What’s the matter?

Elizabeth: (Smiles) No, it’s okay. I’m alright. My baby was as excited to hear your voice as I was!

Mary: What?

Elizabeth: When you said, “Hello,” it felt like John was just going to burst out of my belly. He’s been pretty quiet today, so it was a surprise to me. Just as you are a surprise to me! What are you doing here, my young cousin?

Mary: Well, I have something to tell you.

Elizabeth: (Pause) Something to tell me?

Mary: I’m in crisis like you.

Elizabeth: Crisis? You’re not homebound, obviously, because you’re here. Did you walk all the way here? How long have you been traveling?

Mary: Long enough to feel sore.

Elizabeth: Sore? But you’re a girl yet. You should be able to make the journey to Jerusalem without pain.

Mary: Not with the load I bear.

Elizabeth: What? You’re not!

Mary: (Nods head yes)

Elizabeth: Oh gracious child! With another child within you! Honey, you are too young. I thought your engagement just started.

Mary: It did. (Sigh) This child is not my husband’s. In fact, Joseph doesn’t even know. I left without telling him or my parents.

Elizabeth: You did what? Honey, come sit down. (They both sit at the table) Now, Mary, please tell me: do you know who the father is?

Mary: Adonai?

Elizabeth: What? I’m sorry, dear, but I’m having trouble hearing what you said.

Mary: Adonai. An angel appeared and asked if I would bear this special baby for Adonai, and I said yes.

Elizabeth: (With glee) OH MY DEAR! (Elizabeth gets up and hugs Mary tightly) Why didn’t you say so? You are surely blessed among all women!

Mary: Blessed? I don’t know about that. I think it’s more likely that shame is in my future.

Elizabeth: (Sullen) Shame. Mary, I know all about shame. I was married for too many years without a child. Shame you live with. Shame can be tolerated. Shame can be ignored. (Growing excited) But with the love of a new baby? There is too much joy for a new baby to deal with shame! Your parents will come to terms with it. This baby will be a blessing! Adonai has ordained it with the angel’s pronouncement!

Mary: You know; you’re right! An angel came to me. I did not do anything wrong… well, other than not asking my father’s permission. But how could I say no to Adonai?

Elizabeth: Exactly, dear. This is a blessed time in your life, and you cannot spend it in worry. Find joy!

Mary: Thank you so much, Elizabeth. The angel was right to send me to you.

Elizabeth: The angel? The angel sent you here?

Mary: Yes. After I agreed to have the baby, the angel told me that you were also carrying a special baby, and that I should come visit you. It must have been for this: for you to remind me of the joy of my decision. Thank you.

Elizabeth: Oh, I can’t believe the angel would send you to me. I’m no one special.

Mary: But you have to be special, because your baby is!

Elizabeth: My baby is special. And so is yours! How blessed are we?

Mary: We are most surely blessed among women. Praise to God!

Elizabeth: Praise to Adonai!

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