As a woman who has carried two children to birth and two to heaven before they ever breathed earthly air, I can tell you—there’s no such thing as “just a womb.” Life is knit by God in secret places (Psalm 139:13), and every mother becomes a vessel of divine mystery.
So yes, I would have loved to birth Jesus.
Not out of pride.
But because of love.
Because I now understand what it means for a woman to say yes—and for the world to change because of it.
But here’s the paradox that hits me like sacred thunder every time I receive the Eucharist:
> Because of Mary’s yes, I carry Jesus in my tummy after Communion.
Let that sit for a second.
Mary: The First Tabernacle
Mary didn’t perform a miracle—she cooperated with one.
She said:
> “Behold, I am the handmaid of the Lord; let it be done to me according to your word.”
—Luke 1:38
And in that moment, Heaven touched Earth.
Not by force.
Not by merit.
But by a willing womb and a faithful yes.
She carried the Christ Child. Not symbolically. Literally. Flesh and blood. DNA and heartbeat.
Me: The Modern Tabernacle
Now, because of Jesus’ yes on the Cross, and Mary’s yes in Nazareth, I receive His Body and Blood in the Eucharist:
> “This is my body, which will be given up for you… this is the cup of my blood…”
—Luke 22:19-20
And when I receive Him, I don’t just hold Him in my hand—I carry Him inside me.
In my body. In my soul. In my being.
This is not metaphor. It is the Eucharist.
So, About That Rosary on My Wrist…
To my Protestant brothers and sisters, to those who lovingly or skeptically wonder what all the beads and statues and scapulars are about—here’s the truth:
I don’t worship Mary.
I don’t pray to statues.
I don’t need to be “saved again” just because I’m Catholic.
What I do is this:
I ask Mary to intercede for me (Luke 1:48: “All generations shall call me blessed.”).
I honor the saints because Hebrews 12:1 says I’m surrounded by a cloud of witnesses.
I use sacramentals as reminders—like how some people wear a cross necklace or keep their grandma’s Bible on the nightstand.
I ask Mary to pray with me, not instead of me.
And the Rosary? That’s 50 daily reminders of how Christ lived, died, and rose—for me.
It’s the Gospel on a string, not superstition in disguise.
But Why the Division?
Many non-Catholics believe Catholics:
“Pray to idols”
“Worship Mary”
“Aren’t really saved”
“Add to the Bible”
But these beliefs often come from:
Misunderstanding of Church history
Misinterpretation of Scripture
A rejection of authority (Catholics believe in Apostolic succession—see Matthew 16:18-19 and Acts 1:20-26)
To that, I say gently and truthfully:
> My Church was founded by Christ.
My sacraments were instituted by Him.
My prayers go through Mary—not to her—so I can be closer to Jesus.
And when I kneel at the altar, I don’t just remember Calvary.
I receive Calvary—body, blood, soul, and divinity.
Closing Thought
So no, I didn’t birth Jesus.
But I carry Him.
Because of Mary’s yes, and because of mine.
And I will never apologize for that.
I’ll just keep praying—for unity, for understanding, for the veils to fall from all of our eyes.
> “That they all may be one…”
—John 17:21
Because if we’re going to kneel before the same throne in eternity,
maybe we can start by listening to one another now.
With truth, love, and a Eucharistic heart,
~marty
