Singing the Faith (Luke 1: 39-55)

Robin White

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“Mary’s words imply more than just hope for the future. She sings not of things as they will be, but of things as they are changing. She does not say, ‘God will bring down the powerful from their thrones’ but, instead, ‘God has brought down the powerful from their thrones.’ The world she depicts is not a hypothetical place to be transformed at some future date, but a world that is, now. So sure is she that God will do what is promised, that she proclaims it as an accomplished fact.”Robin White

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By The Reverend Robin White

On Bangladesh’s border, Rohingya woman and her baby. (Photo: Reuters[https://curious.com/curios/14290#date].)

On Bangladesh’s border, Rohingya woman and her baby. (Photo: Reuters)

“And Mary said, ‘My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for he has looked with favor on the lowliness of his servant. Surely, from now on all generations will call me blessed; for the Mighty One has done great things for me . . . .’”—The Gospel of Luke 

Robin White Weekly Hubris

LAKE HARTWELL South Carolina—(Weekly Hubris)—December 2019—I had probably driven by it a dozen times or more without noticing it. This time, however, it leapt out at me so that I nearly drove into the ditch!  Perhaps I noticed it this time because of the season. Perhaps I saw it because I had the Magnificat on my mind. Or perhaps, because it was some sort of signlike the rainbow after the flood, or the star over Bethlehem.

It was a “sign,” after all! In fact, a billboard: red, white, and blue, a painting of the Madonna in all her glory. The caption read: “The Virgin Mary Speaks to America Today! Call 1-800-345-Mary.”  

Throughout the years, Mary, the mother of God, the Madonna, has been depicted in artwork and yes, even on highway billboards, as radiant, virtuous, draped in blue, a golden aura around her head, her porcelain-white hands clasped in her lap. I suspect that the church fathers, the “patriarchy,” have done their part in perpetuating this image of Mary: God’s handmaid; humble, gentle, passive, unassuming; the non-threatening figure of a teen-aged girl memorialized in and singing a sweet Advent lullaby. (Mary, meek and mild.)

As she sings of the One who has “looked with favor on the lowliness of His servant,” it is significant for us to note that the Greek word, translated (once upon a time) as “lowliness” instead signifies humility . . . but so much more than that. It is a word that implies grinding poverty.  

Mary is poor, pregnant, and unmarried. 

She is a wretched, indigent, disgraced girl who sings, not a sweet lullaby but, rather, a courageous and radical anthem of social justice, echoing the voices of the prophets of old. Her words in the hymn, so special, so significant that we have preserved the Latin word Magnificat (Latin for “My soul magnifies the Lord”) draw from and are patterned after the song of Hannah in 1 Samuel and Psalm 113. Through Mary and her Magnificat, Luke introduces the predominant theme of his gospel.   

The poetry moves us.  

We imagine the beauty of Mary’s pure and innocent voice and our emotions are stirred as she sings, “for the mighty one has done great things for me.” In the midst of her lowliness, she somehow recognizes that she is favored by the One who will lift up and transform the entire world. Her song is not simply about having a baby, and it is in no way a lullaby. As she sings of a God who brings down the mighty and exalts those of low degree, who fills the hungry and sends the rich empty away, her song becomes an anthem of . . . revolution. Mary describes a world that is turning . . . changing; a world where existing political systems are challenged, and power structures are shattered. She sings of a reversal of fortune; a world turned upside down and inside out.  

Using powerful images, Luke presents Jesus not just as a personal savior sent to humankind, but as a harbinger, one whose birth is an event that will change the universe. Our moral geography is uprooted and rearranged as valleys are lifted up and mountains made low; as springs burst forth in the deserts and the eyes of the blind are opened. Good news is preached to the poor while the rich are brought low.

Mary’s words imply more than just hope for the future. She sings not of things as they will be, but of things as they are changing. She does not say, “God will bring down the powerful from their thrones” but, instead, “God has brought down the powerful from their thrones.” The world she depicts is not a hypothetical place to be transformed at some future date, but a world that is, now. So sure is she that God will do what is promised, that she proclaims it as an accomplished fact.

God’s power and love know no “tenses of the verb,” as we human beings know them.

With the great hinge that is Jesus’s birth, heaven on earth has already occurred: it has already been conceived of, and delivered, in the mind of God.

Fawzia and Mohammed. (Photo: Ezra Millstein/Mercy Corps.

Fawzia and Mohammed. (Photo: Ezra Millstein/Mercy Corps.)

I don’t really want to delve into a scholarly discussion of the Magnificat, the fact that it was probably pre-lucan, probably composed in an early Jewish-Christian community, possibly by the Anawim, literally “those who bow down”those very, very poor folks who are dependent upon God for deliverance. The fact that the words of the Magnificat did not, historically, come from Mary’s mouth doesn’t much matter to me, or impact my thinking, because I know the words are true. 

The words may not have come directly from her lips, but they certainly came from Mary’s soul.

She sings in the past tense of a day that is yet to come. She sings of what is true: in the past, present, and future. She joins those who have sung similar songs before her. She reaches back and finds her place in the story of God. She reaches back to Hannah and the Psalms and she references Hannah’s situation, Hannah’s name, as one on whom God has “looked with favor.” Every Advent, we hear Mary sing her song of faith, her canticle of praise . . . joining all those who call out from the depths, to a personal God.  

When I see in the nightly news images of mothers and fathers traveling thousands of miles with their children, with just the clothes on their backs, only to be met by armed men in uniform and with tear gas, I feel Mary’s sweet song of certainty stick in my throat.

When I see the emaciated children of Yemen, their eyes sunken and despairing, I feel the weight of Mary’s song on my chest, and I cannot catch my breath. I realize that I am not in the best place to accompany Mary. By the world’s standards, I am wealthy, healthy, and so very comfortable. How do I identify with her? How do I, how do we relate to the God who lifts us out of hunger, poverty, homelessness, persecution, and despair?  

But then the song begins again: first, pianissimo but, before long, with the words soaring up into Mary’s expectant and revolutionary aria. 

I think of Malala, the beautiful young Pakistani girl (now, young woman) who survived being shot in the head for “daring” to attend school. Malala became an advocate for female education and the youngest Nobel Prize laureate. Malala sings Mary’s song. 

I think of Emma González, the high school senior who survived the Stoneman Douglas High School shooting in Parkland, Florida and, in response to her ordeal, co-founded the gun-control advocacy group “Never Again.” Emma accompanies Mary, too. 

I consider Sharice Davids, the first American-Indian, Lesbian member of the United States Congress. Sharice also joins her voice to Mary’s.

I remember, as well, Reba’s song. 

Mother and child of America’s Great Depression. (Photo: Dorothea Lange)

Mother and child of America’s Great Depression. (Photo: Dorothea Lange.)

Several years ago, in a rural town in the mountains of Appalachia, I was with a group of folks who had come to that poverty-stricken area to help with some home repairs. My small ensemble, which comprised, mostly, high school students, was assigned the task of dismantling the water-damaged kitchen in Reba and her husband’s pint-sized home. The dwelling wasn’t much more than a shack: leaky roof, no indoor plumbing, and molding walls and ceiling. 

When we arrived that first day, we found Reba caring for her four-year-old granddaughter, whose 29-year-old father (Reba’s son-in-law) had suffered his second heart attack just the previous night. Reba and the little girl huddled in the dark, grotto-like living room, awaiting word from her daughter as to her husband’s condition and prognosis.  

As we worked with crowbars and hammers, tearing out the paper-thin walls, I began to hear music from the other room. I stopped what I was doing for a moment to listen. Sure enough, it was singing . . . lovely singing.  As I stepped closer to the doorway of the living room, I could hear Reba on her guitar, singing about Jesus. Before long, there were two angel-pure voices joined in harmony. Reba had taught the four-year-old the song and, together, they were singing . . . a song of faith. It was a simple little song, and yet it was strong and magnificent: a Magnificat. While a group of strangers disassembled her kitchen, while she waited for word concerning her critically ill son-in-law, Reba sang.   

And I knew for a fact that God’s realm had come near, that it was in the next room, the living room.

In Reba’s song, Mary continued—continues—to sing, because God has reached down so unexpectedly to where the least and the lowly always struggle for life.   

Dear Friends, here is our hope. If Mary sings today—and every day, if Reba, and Malala and Emma and Sharice and so many others like them, like us, sing, perhaps we will finally know that their song is true and is the song of God’s future, a tense of the verb that passeth all understanding. 

While they sing as if the future were already so, their God makes it so. 

This is the point of each and every year, in the dark of each and every year, in Advent. This is the turning point, for Mary the mother of Jesus, and for us all. 

When we live as though the promised future is present, that future is already here.   

Songs of faith are songs which are true, in a time out of time. What is there left for us to do but to join in the singing, to find our place in God’s redeeming work and to acknowledge that Mary’s, and ours, is a song for the whole world. 

When we finished our work at Reba’s home and were packing up to leave, she presented each of us with a little cassette tape, a recording of her singing with her daughters. Songs of faith. Sometimes, a word is spoken, or sung, and you feel its truth and you know it has always been true. In those moments of truth, you see yourself differently. Perhaps, you even see the world differently because that truth takes on a power that claims you.   

So . . . sing it, Reba. Sing it, Emma. Sing it, Malala. Sing it boldly, Sharice.  

Sing it, Mary. Sing to us of your God. Sing so that your song becomes our song. And heaven and Nature sing. And heaven and Nature sing.

Robin White

About Robin White

About Robin Kaye White grew up in a farming community in Central New York State: she is descended, on both sides of her family, from dairy farmers, and is most alive, still, in rural North American landscapes. A voice major, she studied Music at Ithaca College; then earned her MDiv at Lancaster Theological Seminary and did graduate work at Princeton Seminary and The Theological Institute of Advanced Theological Research in Jerusalem, Israel. Ordained in the Presbyterian Church (USA), White was recently a Co-Moderator of the National Board of More Light Presbyterians, and currently serves North Anderson Community Church (PCUSA), and its diverse, inclusive, compassion-driven congregation. Over the church door is inscribed the word Ephphatha, or “Be opened!” (Mark 7:34), and the congregation lives out that mandate. White is passionate about liturgy—“the work of the people”—and preaching. In her sermons, she strives to illuminate the original context of scripture and tease out its messages for the fraught present. She has had the privilege of “holding space” for the dying and their loved ones and experiences this ministry of presence as a gift: she is most willing to go with people as they journey to desert places. She states: “I have lived my life by adhering to Paul’s words in his letter to the church at Rome, ‘Rejoice with those who rejoice and weep with those who weep.’” She is just as likely, though, to quote Rachel Held Evans as St. Paul: “This is what God’s kingdom is like: a bunch of outcasts and oddballs gathered at a table, not because they are rich or worthy or good, but because they are hungry, because they said yes. And there’s always room for more.” A Lesbian-Pescaterian-Presbyterian, Reverend White is most alive out of doors, whether hiking, biking, kayaking, golfing . . . or just sitting on a rock. (Banner and Author photos by E.B.-Herring, taken at Pendleton SC's Liberty Hall Bed & Breakfast)
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One Response to Singing the Faith (Luke 1: 39-55)

  1. Avatar BJ Crandall says:

    Thank you, Robin, for your beautiful, challenging words. You have made “Magnificat” come alive for me. Thank you.

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