Sunday, December 24, 2006
'The world's most radical song'
The Prayer of Confession this morning at this wonderful church:
Lord of Life, we come to the moment when we celebrate the birth of the savior of the world. We do not know the day or the hour, but we know that into darkness and obscurity came a little boy named Yeshua. We know that he came from a place where nobody could have expected anything miraculous to happen. We know that he was born among the poor, and against great odds. We know that after Rome put him to death for posing a threat to peace and stability, his followers believed that he had been raised from the dead and was still with them. One of them, named Luke, wrote a song and placed it in the mouth of Mary, and it's the world's most radical song. Let's sing it today, and see if anyone comes to arrest us. In Christ's name we dare to pray, Amen.
The Magnificat: Mary’s Song of Praise
“Oh, how my soul praises the Lord.
How my spirit rejoices in God my Savior!
For he took notice of his lowly servant girl,
and from now on all generations will call me blessed.
For the Mighty One is holy,
and he has done great things for me.
He shows mercy from generation to generation
to all who fear him.
His mighty arm has done tremendous things!
He has scattered the proud and haughty ones.
He has brought down princes from their thrones
and exalted the humble.
He has filled the hungry with good things
and sent the rich away with empty hands.
He has helped his servant Israel
and remembered to be merciful.
For he made this promise to our ancestors,
to Abraham and his children forever.”
Mama ER update: She is snoozing after a colonoscopy this morning that, the nurse said, found nothing to be majorly concerned about. I'm going back this evening, after she's had time to shake off the dope, to hug her neck and give her a Christmassy present or two.
I told her that I had a Christmassy present or two for her awhile ago, and even through the stupor of the morning and the ordeal of the month, she was fretting that she hadn't been able to buy anybody any presents. To which I can only say: Hush now. You've done enough, and you did it a long time ago.
Did she get our cheer-up-thingie, and did it cheer her up?
My Little Nephew's Little Brother
and Jewish Granddaughter