A significant part of our perception of a person’s greatness is our sense of their approachability. I am not alone in believing Abraham Lincoln to be the greatest man in western civilization. Yet all with whom he interacted were impressed with how common he was. He had the speech patterns of someone born deep within the frontier—which he was. His laugh was unrestrained. And his looks—“more like a gorilla than a man.
He loved being with the simple people, for that’s what he was. The important people who surrounded him during his presidency were hugely annoyed that Lincoln insisted on listening and talking to anyone who came to see him. When he tipped his hat to a newly freed slave, this was seen as an unacceptable political gaffe.
The disciples, as common as they were, did not understand why their Lord gave His valuable time to a Samaritan woman, to children, and to every beggar who hollered His name.
In Lincoln’s time, it was the poor and the needy who recognized his greatness. We read that those who met with him spoke of their encounter until the day they died. “He was just like the rest of us,” they would say with great pride.
Imagine being Mary. Imagine her joy and her pride in Him after His death and resurrection and ascension as she came to understand exactly who it was that she had raised.