Marvelling at Mary


As a church, this advent, amongst all the all age services and pop up nativity action 
we have been reflecting on some images surrounding the birth of Jesus. 
Here is a short reflection on Mary: 
Annunciation by Dan Thompson

I’m bursting with God-news;
    I’m dancing the song of my Savior God.

For those around me this is far from good news, ‘How can this be God news!’ they scream at me.
Yet here I am, waiting for you.

God took one good look at me, and look what happened—
    I’m the most fortunate woman on earth!

I have nothing of worth, I am nothing of note. Was born into nothing and will die with little more.
Yet here I am, waiting for you.

What God has done for me will never be forgotten,
    the God whose very name is holy, set apart from all others.

All of history will know you, the bundle growing deep inside. I wonder though will they ever really understand the gift you are?
Yet here I am, waiting for you.

His mercy flows in wave after wave
    on those who are in awe before him.

To hold you, gaze at your face, to touch your tiny fingers. These are the things that keep me going as the gossip swirls around me. When they see you will they finally understand?
Yet here I am, waiting for you.

He bared his arm and showed his strength,
    scattered the bluffing braggarts.

For all the singing underneath sits grief somehow in this weakness God sees strength. Can I love him only to lose him, surly my heart will break?
Yet here I am, waiting for you.

He knocked tyrants off their high horses,
    pulled victims out of the mud.

When will it come? God knows we need change, the horses grow and the vulnerable are trodden on, day by day.
Yet here I am, waiting for you.

The starving poor sat down to a banquet;
    the callous rich were left out in the cold.

The vision keeps me going, I hold on that the day will come. Yet wonder as the vision unfolds will I get to be your mother?
Yet here I am, waiting for you.

He embraced his chosen child, Israel;
    he remembered and piled on the mercies, piled them high.

Despite how we have messed up, destroyed each other, rejected his ways and ignored his pleas to changes. Still God has held us, still the one I cradle within will hold us.
Yet here I am, waiting for you.

It’s exactly what he promised,
    beginning with Abraham and right up to now.

Yet here I am, waiting for you.

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