Here is the monologue by Archdeacon Rachel Mann, upon which Rev Sue based her sermon on Wednesday 20 December 2023:
No one ever listens to girls. Not in my world. No one listens when we have something to say. No one believes us when something amazing happens. No one believes us when we get used and abused.
I was by the hearth when it happened. I don’t know where my mother and father were. Or my brothers. I was by the hearth making bread, little flat breads dropped on a stone. It was one of my tasks.
I heard a noise. I thought it was the buzz of insects. But it was feet on gravel. I heard a voice – an unfamiliar voice, clear; it could have been a man or a woman’s. One word, ‘Hello.’
And then a face poked in through the door. When I think about it now I think it was a young face. Beardless. But I can’t be sure. I thought, ‘Oh. You’re beautiful.’
I wasn’t scared when he – when she – walked in. I know I should have been. After all, the visitor was a stranger.
I should have run. But I stood my ground. And when she spoke – the more I think about it, the more I think she was a she – she was kind.
‘Mary, I’ve got something to ask.’
She knew my name. She might have got it from someone, but somehow I l knew she hadn’t.
‘Who are you? ‘I asked.
‘You already know, ‘she said.
And I did. I knew she was God. Or her messenger. I knew she was an angel.
‘Will you say yes?’ the angel asked. There was fear in her voice. As if any answer might be the wrong one.
I had felt womanhood stirring in me for months. My mother had told me what to expect. The itch in my chest. The stab in my belly. The blood that would come.
I knew what was being asked.
I said, ‘Why me?’
God shrugged.
I had two questions. ‘Will they hate me? ”Will they hate the child?’
God wept. I stared.
‘Will you do it? ‘she asked. I gave the answer I knew I’d regret.
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