The song of the blessed
He has brought down the powerful from their thrones
And lifted up the lowly. Luke 1:52
Read Luke 1:46—50
This night let me sing with Mary. Let me magnify the Lord. Let me rejoice that God is my Saviour. That he looks on lowliness. I need not earn his favour. I cannot. I have it because he gives it. So lowliness is the way to go for me. Humbly. Simply. Willingness is also good, willingness for God. Saying to God, ‘I am the servant of the Lord; let it be with me according to your word’[1] — that is good, also. That would be singing with Mary.
Dear Father, I thank you that you have put upon my lips the words of the one you called blessed to all generations. With her I magnify you. I rejoice in you, that you are Saviour. The world’s Saviour. Of all the great things you have done for me, this, surely, is one that comes to mind this night: that in your greatness and in your great lowliness you have had mercy on me. To come to me in this way you have humbled yourself. No: in humbling yourself you have simply been yourself. Humility is no change of nature to you. In your humility you are true to yourself. And in being true to yourself you have collapsed the distance between us. You are my intimate. You are that human; in Jesus Christ you are. And you love it this way.
[1] Luke 1:38