Not a sermon today, just a few thoughts! 🙂
And Mary said, ‘My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God my Saviour, for he has looked with favour on the lowliness of his servant. Surely, from now on all generations will call me blessed; for the Mighty One has done great things for me, and holy is his name. His mercy is for those who fear him from generation to generation. He has shown strength with his arm; he has scattered the proud in the thoughts of their hearts. He has brought down the powerful from their thrones, and lifted up the lowly; he has filled the hungry with good things, and sent the rich away empty. He has helped his servant Israel, in remembrance of his mercy, according to the promise he made to our ancestors, to Abraham and to his descendants for ever.’
The Song of Mary. The Magnificat. Mary is reported to have sung this in company with Elizabeth whilst both of them were pregnant (with Jesus and John the Baptist). The “Visitation”. It’s beautiful isn’t it?
When I went to see the seventh Harry Potter film, one of the scenes that touched me most was the one in which Harry and Hermione enter Godric’s Hollow and hear singing in the church…
O sleep, sweet babe,
Though the snow is cold and deep around,
Just sleep, dear babe,
Through the wind’s so keen and icy sound.
Oh hush, sweet babe,
There is nothing you should fear,
Just hush, dear babe,
For my love is always here.
And I will hold you, safe in my arms,
So no evil can touch you,
You can come to no harm.
Wake now, dear babe
Now the night is nearly through,
Wake now, sweet babe,
There’s a world that’s waiting here for you.
I can imagine Mary singing this as she rocks Jesus in her arms. And the song also reminds me of the many forms of love in our lives today.
“Love is the strongest power there is.” – J.K. Rowling.
1 Corinthians 13: 4-7: Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Can we wake and trust in love? Can we go into the world that’s waiting for us, and conquer the pressing night? Must hatred fill our lands, or may we find peace? Please God…