Section 3: The Light Dawns
When a child is born, a mother sings. Her song is full of joy and anguish, hope and longing—Is the baby okay? Am I okay? Will we make it through this life together? Ask any doctor, any midwife, any nurse, and they will tell you: the miracle of birth is awash with sound. And soon, the mother’s solo is interrupted by her child’s piercing squall. And just like that, the song becomes a duet.
It is another thing entirely to sing a song of praise before the birth even occurs. That is exactly what happens in Luke 1, when Mary visits Elizabeth and sings a song of faith, months before any of the treachery or triumph of Jesus’s birth had taken place. When Mary sings, she does so as a young woman, pregnant with a child of questionable parentage, believing in what ought to have seemed outlandish or improbable. But Mary believes, and Elizabeth, feeling the child in her womb leap with joy, understands that what Mary has been saying all along is true. Mary’s song, also known as the Magnificat, is mainly taken from the song of Hannah and other songs from Scripture (1 Samuel 2:1–10). But as Charles Spurgeon once preached, “this shows how Mary had studied the Word of God and laid it up in her heart.”
In a world that would have us keep our faith private, I find it convicting that Mary chose not to sing in private. Elizabeth bore witness to Mary’s song—and we, through the scriptures, likewise bear witness to her humble faith!
Can I say the same for me? Do I walk around in my life, singing literal and metaphorical songs of praise to my God for His faithfulness for others to hear? Or do I simply walk around, hoping others will see my talents, and praise me? Oh, how I long to be like Mary. And I can begin right now.
Over and over again, the Lord has been so good to me. When I was searching for a job in the midst of economic recession, a job appeared. When I was walking down a dark and lonesome path, hell-bent on destroying my marriage, God brought me back home. When I was childless and desperate to be a mother, God made a way. Time and time again, when darkness rolls in, He is by my side, catching my tears and holding me close. The Lord has not abandoned me. And He will not begin today.
Do not be mistaken. In our culture, there is a rip tide that seeks to drown us in selfishness. There are currents that would drag us under, convincing us to pursue hustle and influence, when all the while, the God of the universe stands waiting for His due praise. And we wonder why we feel so empty, singing songs about our own talents and abilities, into an echo chamber filled with other people singing about their talents and abilities. What a way to waste a life!
Do you hear Mary singing? We were never meant to magnify ourselves. We only truly come alive when we turn our praise to the one and only God who deserves our songs.
Todays devotional was a good one for me. I get so caught up in social media and what it seems that all others have and forget how blessed I truly am. I have an amazing family, friends & boyfriend, a job, a home, food & clothes and more. Lord help my heart to be more like Mary’s – grateful, faithful, and humble.
Sending love and prayers to all that have asked.
Lydia: Actually watching this series now. So wonderful to have found it last week.
If you can watch The Chosen episode called “The Messengers”, you will see a beautiful depiction of this song being written by Mary. (The Chosen is an incredible show about Jesus and his friends. A simple app gives full access to everything. The Christmas special was very very special.) this episode gave me new appreciation for the Christmas story and good perspective about praising God in ALL circumstances. Even when Covid tries to ruin another Christmas and we are disappointed and frustrated with plans being cancelled, there is so much to praise him for.
Heartbreaking and tragic. I’m so sorry for your loss. Will absolutely be praying for you and your kids. Xo Lydia
CHARLIE: Thank you for your words. Also, as you spoke about your Christmas baby and how you felt, it brought tears to my eyes. Why? My husband is a Christmas baby, but his mom gave him up for adoption. I don’t know the circumstances of why she gave him up for adoption but she was very young, and I wonder if it was the hardest thing for her to do. I wonder if, as the birth approached, she had doubts as she felt the baby moving inside her, feeling anxious. We will never know, but it’s on my mind when Christmas rolls around. Merry Christmas and happy birthday to your son!
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This is so convicting to me as I was just praying through and wrestling with feelings of disappointment at things I’m NOT seeing happen in my life – but He will do what He has promised. And in the waiting, He will not leave me for a moment. In that, I can forever sing His praise.
I LOVE this!! So much truth!! Patiently waiting is such a difficult task for most of us !
Dearest Emma, I am sorry for your loss and I am praying for you and your family. I lost my husband to a sudden and massive heart attack last year (July 2020). I gave him a goodbye kiss as he left for work without knowing that was the last time I was to see him in this life. The pain is excruciating, but God is walking with me through it as I trust Him to heal me and care for my needs. There has been so much stress and anxiety amidst the grief, but He has provided for my needs every single time, and He continues to do so. Rest in His love and His promises, He will get you through.