For those who have joined this blog following the Lockdown Poems, here’s a small taste of something else. Another occasional series here is Sunday Retold, drawing on my retelling of the Bible. This – although not on a Sunday – is part of that series.
We often hear this story – of how, in the early part of her pregnancy, Mary visits her older, also unexpectedly pregnant relation – as part of the cycle of stories in the run up to Christmas. It is part of the preparation for the birth of Jesus. But traditionally, now is the time it is remembered and celebrated, in keeping with the months.
It seems very appropriate that we should read of these two women supporting each other, and being moved by the power of the Spirit to speak, just at the time of Pentecost. The Spirit is indeed being poured out on all, young and old, men and women. These two are obscure, unimportant to those in power, on the edges of things, and we see, yet again, that is where God is at work. Mary sees that too. Her words are a real challenge, upending power, pride and privilege. Regrettably, we need those words of challenge now just as much as we ever did. Inequalities of race, gender and wealth are still a potent source of injustice. Mary sees justice coming, though. The Kingdom promised is one of justice, and hope. We can work for that, as we pray for it in the Lord’s Prayer.
We pick up the story just as the angel Gabriel has told Mary what is to be, and how Elizabeth, from her own family, is with child despite her age….
Then Mary thought of Elizabeth. “The angel knew all about her – I must go to her.” She got ready, and set off quickly for Elizabeth’s home in Judea to the south, near Jerusalem.
As soon as she arrived at the house, she hurried to Elizabeth and took her hands. At the sound of Mary’s voice, the baby leaped inside Elizabeth, and the Holy Spirit filled her. She understood at once what had happened to Mary.
“You are blessed among all women, and blessed is your unborn child!” she said. “Why have I been so honoured? Why should the mother of my Lord God come to visit me?” Elizabeh laughed, and put Mary’s hand on her belly. “You see how my child leaps for joy at the sound of your voice?”
At last, Mary could say all that was on her heart.
“I’m so full of joy my spirit is dancing
before God, my Lord, my Saviour.
God did not turn away from me
becase I am poor, and now
I will be called blessed by
all the generations yet to come.
God, the great, the holy,
has done so much for me.
God brings down the powerful,
but lifts up the weak.
The well fed are empty,
and the table of the hungry
is piled high with good things.
“God looks at us with kindness,
giving hope to the hopeless,
caring for those who trust him,
remembering his promises to our people.”
From The Bible Retold
You can read the story in context in the first chapter of Luke’s gospel.
Mary’s song, the Magnificat, makes a powerful basis for prayer. Going through each part, holding it before God, allowing it to search you and being open to the possibility of being moved to change and to act, is a worthwhile and humbling way to pray.
It is widely said and sung in Christian worship. There are many versions you can find online. This one is Arvo Part’s setting.
As we think of those two women supporting each other, it’s good for us to think of ways we can continue to be present for one another, and listen and share lives, even when separated at this time. It’s good, too, to remember the slow growth of a child, how much patience is needed, as we wait and work and pray for the coming of the Kingdom.