At church last Sunday, our pastor gave a talk about Mary's visit to her kinsman, Elizabeth. He pointed out that the two of them lived roughly 80 miles away form each other and that Mary, a young teenager, just didn't get up and go. Instead, she would have traveled in some kind of caravan and family would have come with her to protect her. The caravan would have traveled only four days a week. They would have unpacked the day before the Sabbath to set up camp, done no work on the Sabbath, and then spent the day after the Sabbath packing.
But the most amazing part of that story was the reminder that Elizabeth's baby, John the Baptist, leaped in the womb at the presence of Jesus.
May we all greet Jesus the same way.