Whither does the Archangel direct his flight? Is it to Rome, the victorious city and mistress of the world? Or does he stay at Athens, queen of the sciences, of art, and of eloquence? Or does he choose Jerusalem the sacred city, proud of her august Sion, her unique Temple, her holy ark? No, the Angel has already descended upon an obscure village of Galilee called Nazareth; already he has reached the still more obscure dwelling of a Virgin and a working man.
Mary it may be is in prayer, hastening by her vows and sighs the advent of the Messias.
Sequence of Events:
"And in the sixth month the Angel Gabriel was sent from God into a city of Galilee called Nazareth, to a Virgin espoused to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David: and the Virgin's name was Mary. And the Angel being come in said unto her: Hail, full of grace, the Lord is with thee: blessed art thou among women. Who having heard was troubled at his saying, and thought with herself what manner of salutation this should be. And the Angel said to her: Fear not, Mary, for thou hast found grace with God. Behold thou shalt conceive in thy womb and shall bring forth a Son, and thou shalt call His name Jesus. He shall be great and shall be called the Son of the Most High, and the Lord God shall give unto Him the throne of David His father: and He shall reign in the house of Jacob forever, and of His Kingdom there shall be no end. And Mary said to the Angel: How shall this be done, because I know not man? And the Angel answering said to her: The Holy Ghost shall come upon thee, and the power of the Most High shall overshadow thee. And therefore also the Holy which shall be born of thee shall be called the Son of God. And behold thy cousinn Elizabeth, she also hath conceived a son in her old age, and this is the sixth month with her that is called barren; because no word shall be impossible with God. And Mary said: Behold the handmaid of the Lord, be it done to me according to thy word. And the angel departed from her."
The Virgin Mother
According to Theology
Fr. J.B. Petitalot, 1876
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