in the 6th month of Elizabeth's pregnancy, God sent the angel Gabriel to Nazareth, a town in Galilee, a virgin pledged to be married to a man named Joseph, a descendant of David. the virgin's name was Mary. the angel went to her &said, "greetings, you are highly favored! the Lord is with you!"
Mary was greatly troubled at his words &wondered what kind of greeting this might be. but the angel said to her, "do not be afraid, Mary; you have found favor with God. you will conceive &give birth to a son, &you are to call him Jesus. he will be great &will be called the Son of the Most High. the Lord God will give him the throne of his father David, &he will reign over Jacob's descendants forever; his kingdom will never end.
"how will this be," Mary asked the angel, "since I am a virgin?"
the angel answered, "the Holy Spirit will come on you, &the power of the Most High will over shadow you. so the holy one to be born will be called the Son of God. even Elizabeth your relative is going to have a child in her old age, &she who was said to be unable to conceive is in her 6th month. for no word from God will ever fail."
"i am the Lord's servant," Mary answered. "may your word to me be fulfilled." then the angel left her.
my home's in heaven; just travelin' through the world -Billy Graham
as rain &snow come down from heaven, &don't return to it w/o watering Earth &making it bud &flourish, so that it yields seed for sower &bread for eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth: it will not return to me empty, but accomplish what i desire &achieve the purpose for which i sent it.
out of love for the truth &the desire to bring it to light -95 theses, 1517.
if there are words for Him then, I don't have them. you see my brain has not yet reached a point where it could form a thought that could adequately describe the greatness of my God. &my voice is so inhibited, restrained by human limits, that it's hard to even sing a praise up. my God: unsearchable yet knowable. indefinable, yet approachable. indescribable, yet personal.
when the world shook &the sun was wiped out of heaven, it was not at the crucifixion, but at the cry from cross: the cry which confessed that God was forsaken of God (Matt: 27:46) &now let the revolutionists choose a creed from all creeds &a god from all gods of the world, carefully weighing all gods of inevitable recurrence &of unalterable power. they will not find another god who has himself been in revolt. nay (the matter grows too difficult for human speech), but let the atheists themselves choose a god. they will find only 1 divinity who ever uttered their isolation; only 1 religion in which God seemed for an instant to be an atheist. -GKC. †