Picture it this way. The teenage daughter walks in the house. “Hey mom, dad, guess what? I was down at the gas station filling up the car when something happened. An angel walked up and told me that I was going to have a baby. Wow! Can you believe it?”

I’m not trying to make light of the scripture today, but if you think about it, that’s about how this story began. According to tradition, Mary had gone down to the village well to get water. It was one of the routine chores the young girls in the family took care of each morning. She would have carried the empty jar to the well in the center of town, filled it with water, and then lifted the heavy   jar back onto her shoulder for the walk back home. But today, while she was at the well, Matthew told us an angel appeared to her with the me…