Will you raise my son? An Adoption Story

This Christmas, consider that Jesus was adopted.

Hello mystical friends! This is Brother Thomas from the Seventh Ray. We who watch you on this side of the veil rejoice as we see the hearts and minds of so many of humankind turn to the Christ Consciousness each Christmas season. Our loving Source of all that is creates many paths leading to freedom from Boot Camp Earth. However, if those who follow the Christ were to actually allow His message to lead them to His greater inner mystical truths, the entire earth would soon fill with the glory of Christ Consciousness–quickly ending this painful simulation! Today’s lesson is a great example of how we guides work hand-in-hand with our earthly channels. We take current events from our channel’s lives and use them to teach a higher principle. We hope you enjoy this third installment of Christmas messages.

I like to think of Mary and Joseph as adoptive parents. Jesus, although born of woman, wasn’t born in the usual way. Like adoption, there was a very specific parent selection process going on here. And like adoption, the parents knew ahead of time that a child would be coming their way.

According to the Adoption Network Law Center, there are about seven million of us adopted folk in America. Present statistics indicate that some 635,000 children are in some form of the foster care system in the United States. About 135,000 children are adopted each year. Of these, half of them will be over six years of age. So, hats off to everyone who helps these precious kids.

At about age two, for whatever reasons, I don’t know, my birth parents determined that they could no longer raise my sister and me. We both became wards of the state and were placed into foster care for about a year. And now, history is repeating itself. My son and his beautiful wife are adopting a child in just a few days from now.

Things are a little bit different in the world of adoption than before. When I was adopted, the courts sealed the records. My birth certificate was altered to reflect my new adoptive parents as the birth parents—as though I had been born to them. That’s how they did things back then.  It would be a long time before the laws would change and I would be able to know anything about my birth parents and family. Even now, this is a bit tricky and sketchy to me. I have very little information about my birth family and no baby pictures. I do know that my original last name was Adams.

Today, in about 60-70% of all cases, we practice what is known as Open Adoption. That is, the birth parents get to know who the adoptive parents of their child will be. Sometimes they even get to choose the parents for their child. This new process isn’t perfect—but I think it’s a lot more humane. It answers a profound and primal question that all who must give up their children must ask. “Who will raise my child?” And once we identify people, such as my son and daughter-in-law, the birth mother will then ask, “Will you raise my son or daughter?” My son and his wife are successful by any standards our society might use. Yet, they humbly met with the young mother, awaiting her question, “Will you raise my daughter?” What a question.

This question is not new; it has been asked throughout the ages. I think we all know the story of baby Moses. The Pharaoh ordered the slaughter of all non-Egyptian baby boys. Moses’ mother takes a huge gamble and places her newborn son in a basket made of reeds and floats him conveniently down the river where the King’s daughter is bathing. Moses mother was essentially asking, “Will you raise my son?” Aren’t we lucky that she did? Moses was raised alongside the Princes of Egypt!

But now, let us think about Mary, the mother of Jesus. She was a young girl who was probably about 14 – 16 years of age—according to what we know about life in those times. The Angel of the Lord appears to her–according to the bible.

There is so much that is not in this text. The new testament writers said that the world could not contain all of the books that could be written about what Jesus said and did—and the same is true about Mary and the conversation with the angel. We have only a thumbnail sketch of what actually happened here. I think her conversation was much more involved than what Biblical text provides.

When I was growing up, I did not think so highly of my birth parents. “How could they do this to me,” I wondered? People would ask, don’t you want to know who your real parents are? And, quite honestly, I’d say, “No, I don’t! If they didn’t love me enough to keep me, why should I care?”

I don’t think it was exactly the same for Jesus. Did Mary and Joseph tell him about his birth story? Did they tell him about his father? Did he wonder what his father was like?  Was Jesus as grateful to Mary and Joseph for hosting him upon the earth as I feel towards my parents?

But now I know a more profound truth. Sometimes, it takes love—deep love, and humility, to ask someone else to raise your son. And this is what makes the Christmas story so unique to me. The mother that gave my sister and me up for adoption demonstrated great love. I couldn’t understand that when I was younger—but I do now. She gave me a chance to have a life.

I think that Jesus probably knew that from the“git-go.” He knew of the father’s love for us. Source sends humankind the God-man. This is the very definition of love–and even more so because of God’s unique foreknowledge that humankind would reject Him. Still, he comes to earth!

Even though the biblical text doesn’t plainly say this, I believe that Mary had a choice about whether, or not, she would be the mother of Jesus. God did not force this on her. This was no #metoo moment between Mary and the Divine as many atheists loudly proclaim in this day and age. (As an aside, it is just as wrong for atheists to read the bible literally as it is for Christians!) I think I’m right because God always allows respects free will and free choice—even if it ends in rejection, as it would later on for Jesus physical being. Yes, I believe, with all of my heart, that Mary could have said no to the angel. God always allows us to say no and go our own way.

You may say, but it was God asking! Big power difference! True enough. But look around you, people say no to God all the time. In fact, I contend that people say no to God more than they say yes. This year we have seen the skin and bones pictures of a little girl in Yemen dying of malnutrition—all because of a siege war where the military uses a lack of food as a weapon against their enemies. This week in our own country, a little seven-year-old child has died of dehydration and lack of medical attention while in government protection–because her family did not respect “our borders” and laws. People say no to God all the time. They do not always listen to the higher angels.

No, this moment between Mary and the Divine was a beautiful and sacred adoptive moment. And whether you believe it or not, the Divine Creator of all that is and ever will be, humbly, and figuratively on bended knee, asked Mary, a mortal woman, “Will you help me raise my son?”

And Mary said, ‘I am the Lord’s servant, may it be to me as you have said.’

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