What was Mary doing when she had her angelic epiphany, the one that changed the world forever? Was she deep in meditation, as the medieval paintings suggest? Maybe not. She surely wasn’t mowing the lawn, but I like to imagine her kneading bread, chanting a psalm and listening for the divine voice. That Divine Word would become the living bread growing inside her. By her listening, and by her “yes,” that Word became the transforming power that brings hope in every age to a lost world.