Then you arrive at your cousins house and her first words to you are you are blessed. She wraps you in a hug and for that moment you feel safe, you feel comforted, you think that maybe everything will be ok. And you start to sing.
"My soul glorifies the Lord 47 and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, 48 for he has been mindful of the humble state of his servant. From now on all generations will call me blessed, 49 for the Mighty One has done great things for me-- holy is his name. 50 His mercy extends to those who fear him, from generation to generation. 51 He has performed mighty deeds with his arm; he has scattered those who are proud in their inmost thoughts. 52 He has brought down rulers from their thrones but has lifted up the humble. 53 He has filled the hungry with good things but has sent the rich away empty. 54 He has helped his servant Israel, remembering to be merciful 55 to Abraham and his descendants forever, even as he said to our fathers."With the arrogance of youth she says now everyone will call me blessed, because God has done great things for me. Deep within me I feel God's presence, my soul and my spirit glow. And then there is a moment when her own experience gets transformed into a song of revolution, a song to change the world. The last, the lost, and the lowly will be the first, the found, and exalted. The world will be turned upside down by this baby you have allowed to enter my life.
Who would believe that a teenage girl could birth something so beautiful? Could sing of revolution and inspire us all? But God does work through us when we are open to the calls of our spirit. We can change the world.
A story that came to mind was of Lovette Conto. As a baby her father fled the war in Liberia to a refugee camp in Ghana. At this camp, she fought for her friend who needed a place to go to school but was blind. Her fight led her to be noticed by someone who could offer her a scholarship to make her dream of being a designer. She came to the US where she was inspired. She saw a leaf with life printed on it and then she thought to take bullets from the war in Liberia and turn them into jewlery. She took something of war and created something of love. Akawelle is her jewelry which means aka (also known as) wel'le (love). She knew this was possible for: In Africa,everywhere you turn you are told, “It ain’t gonna happen”. But my dad would always say "Keep walking. Press on. It's going to happen." He was right.
Like Mary, Lovette sings a song that is different from the world. She sings of hope and beauty in a world that can be full of pain. Will you sing with Mary this Christmas? Will you create love?