Pondering: In the days after the birth, Mary surely ponders
This advent I have posted reflections centering around the idea of Mary as an older woman looking back at her life and the remarkable ways God worked through her.
On Christmas Eve at St. Paul’s United Church of Christ at Woodstock I suggested that Mary was asking each of us to do our own remembering.
How has God touched your life?
When were the times you were willing to say “yes” to God?
Who have been the unexpected messengers of God in your
I also shared a second poem I wrote this Holy Season. I share it now with you.
Life moves more slowly now
Memories fill hours and days
Fragments of time past
Glimpses of times lost
Sunshine and laughter
Children playing, bodies growing, dreams consuming
For unto you a son is given
Not sought after
Not planned for
yet a child, now a woman
Elizabeth’s wise counsel
Joseph’s patient concern
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,
and holy is his name.
Why the dislocation? Why the registration?
Rome’s authority reaching to the lowliest in the Empire.
Our crops to feed their Empire
Our coins to fill their purses
Our hope to glorify the Caesar
His mercy is for those who fear him
from generation to generation.
He has shown strength with his arm;
He has scattered the proud in the
thoughts of their hearts.
He has brought down the powerful from their thrones,
and lifted up the lowly;
he has filled the hungry with good things,
and sent the rich away empty.
He has helped his servant Israel,
in remembrance of his mercy,
according to the promise he made to our ancestors,
to Abraham and to his
Travel becoming more difficult now
Memories of an animal-scented cave surround me like a cocoon protecting the life within me waiting, waiting, waiting
Do not be afraid; for see – I am bringing you good news of great joy for all the people: to you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is the Messiah, the Lord.
Memories fill the hours, the days
Fragments of times past
Glimpses of Holy Grace
Mary treasured all these words and pondered them in her heart.
Clara Young, Christmas Eve 2016