I still remember blocking Steve’s spike in the final round of the volleyball tournament at our youth group summer camp. He had been the pastor of our group for seven years several years prior, had raised children, and was attending as our speaker for the week. Yet, in that moment of athletic glory, my 17-year-old soul found itself rocketed to yet-unknown bastions of satisfaction. I’d blocked Steve. I’m sure I went to sleep that night smiling.
It’s sad that I still remember that. It’s sad how proud I was of myself. Mary carried the Christ to term and what was her response?
46 And Mary said,
“My soul magnifies the Lord,
47 and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior,
48 for he has looked on the humble estate of his servant.
For behold, from now on all generations will call me blessed;
49 for he who is mighty has done great things for me,
and holy is his name.
50 And his mercy is for those who fear him
from generation to generation.
51 He has shown strength with his arm;
he has scattered the proud in the thoughts of their hearts;
52 he has brought down the mighty from their thrones
and exalted those of humble estate;
53 he has filled the hungry with good things,
and the rich he has sent away empty.
54 He has helped his servant Israel,
in remembrance of his mercy,
55 as he spoke to our fathers,
to Abraham and to his offspring forever.”
56 And Mary remained with her about three months and returned to her home.
She starts by saying how good God has been to her and continues by forgetting herself completely. Now, it’s nice of NFL players to point a finger up to God, but what’s really going on their hearts? Honestly, what’s going on in my heart when I come down from a clear, emotive, verbose sermon? I’m usually proud of myself.
Yet, how gracious is our God? How good has He been to us? How good is He without even considering His action toward us in particular?
Oh, that my soul would magnify the Lord. My heart is going to need some rewiring, some reprogramming, some regeneration for this, but even that, the Lord will provide. God, clean us up, not that we would walk away independent, but that we would more clearly reflect your glory.