The Virgin & The Dragon
A Life Story of the Virgin Mary
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He winced with every agonising cry that forced its way passed her unyielding lips. He felt nervous, not because he doubted his ability to attend the birth, but because of the strange atmosphere which filled this lowly place. He could sense the unseen, as though in some intangible realm, forces of light were contending with forces of darkness for supremacy in an event vital to the history of human kind. He felt alone, but also knew that this matter was being watched by powers he could not see. Mary was crying out every minute now. She gripped his arm and arched her back in the throes of her agony. She tore at her clothes in the delirium of pain and her naked belly contorted in the struggle as her child fought to survive. Joseph resorted to weeping as she grew weary in the fight to bring him forth. He whispered his love into her ear in the short intervals between the pangs, but extreme fatigue, a lassitude of body and mind, was robbing her of her will to go on. She was now lapsing into periods of unconsciousness and he feared that she would be lost to him forever. “Joseph,” she gasped. “I can’t do it any more. I am so sorry, but I have no more strength.” It was as though heaven held its breath. Another shuddering contraction tore her open. Then her eyes opened in stark terror and a look of horror drained the colour from her swollen face. She held onto Joseph’s arm as though she feared she would slide into some dark abyss. “Joseph!” she panted. “Help me, Joseph! The dragon is here!” She could see it, its ugly fiendish jaws spread yawning wide before her open legs, waiting to devour her baby at the moment of His birth. Its eyes were huge, bloodshot and hungry, its knurled teeth black and obscene. In that moment it seemed that she would die, but the vision of the dragon drew from her the final fading vestige of her strength. With her last remaining energy she cursed the dragon in the name of Elohim and at the same time exerted herself in one last push. The dragon fled before the all-powerful Name and she felt the infant slide from within her into the tender hands of Joseph. She listened in what seemed to be an eternal silence for the cry that would tell her that all was well. Then she was holding Him in her arms and nestling His bloodied face against her naked breast.
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Travel back 2000 years and engage the life-story of the most renowned woman of history. Feel the romance and the heart-break of a love affair which was sacrificed to a teenager’s love for the God of her people. Walk the green slopes of the hills around
This book reveals both the godliness and the humanity of Mary the mother of Jesus, the amazing love-story which was her relationship with Joseph, and the horrendous price she paid for being who she was. You will experience the fear gendered by her perpetual struggle with “the dragon”, you will weep with sorrow and you will weep with joy, but you will most certainly not be able to put down this evocative page-turner of a story.
About the Author
John Hibbert was born in
He has three happily-married daughters, one son and six grandchildren. He has lived through the joy and pain of fatherhood, shown a remarkable and consistent commitment to caring for people and considers himself to be only at the beginning of the fulfilment of his true calling, which is world evangelism.
He has a wide experience of life, both its pleasures and its sufferings, has extensively travelled around the world in the cause of Christ and has developed a deeply-felt empathy with the feelings of people past and present. He delights to look beyond the obvious, explore the reasons and origins behind the facts, and tell the story as he believes it was, without condemnation or misplaced adoration.