46 And Mary[b] said,

“My soul magnifies the Lord,
47     and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior,
48 for he has looked with favor on the lowliness of his servant.
Surely, from now on all generations will call me blessed;
49 for the Mighty One has done great things for me,
and holy is his name.
50 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 powerful from their thrones,
and lifted up the lowly;
53 he has filled the hungry with good things,
and sent the rich away empty.

father and child sillouhetteI started to only copy parts of the first two verses of this passage, but every phrase says something to me. I relate to the praise of thanksgiving in Mary’s heart for God’s goodness to me when I finally humbled myself before Him, and I relish the opportunity to call Him my Savior and Lord.

I started to omit the holy mother’s blessed declaration, feeling it did not apply to me, but from an eternal perspective, I saw that it does. There will be a day when all generations gathered before the throne of Heaven will call me blessed too, as I and the rest of the sheep are separated from the goats, and the bride of Christ, with me included, takes her place with the Lord.

From generation to generation, the invitation remains open for any who wish to avail themselves of God’s mercy to do so in the name of the One Mary was carrying. God’s demonstrations throughout history prove that He is greater than anything that comes against us and that He is faithful to His faithful. “He opposes the proud, but gives grace to the humble” (Proverbs 3:34, James 4:6, 1 Peter 5:5).

When I was living according to my selfish desires, I occupied the throne of my life. I made myself king, even demoting the God I professed. I was an idol-worshipper, so verse 52 applies to me in both senses. He brought me down, so He could lift me up. He has never stepped on my neck or celebrated my humiliation. He is always faithful, when I submit myself at His feet, to lift me up as a child, hold me in His lap, and love me. His powerful arms protect me, warm me, and affirm my relationship with Him. I am included, provisioned, and prepared for His purposes, not as a slave, although I readily accept this service, but as His own heir (Romans 8:17; Galatians 3:29, 4:7; Ephesians 3:6; Titus 3:7).

When I esteemed myself as rich, He allowed me to wander to complete my fruitless search for what I wanted. When I recognized my emptiness, He welcomed me home, and filled me with abundance from His limitless provision. All the substitutes I had abused were shown for their futility in comparison with the magnificence of His authentic blessing.


Dear Father, I lift You up today, for You are great and greatly to be praised. You have brought me, and continue to bring me, out of the bondage of self. Help me to live in the liberty of Your grace, so that I will not wander back into the sensually appealing trap of that dungeon again. Secure my feet along the secure path You have for me, and let me not stray from Your Word. Thank You for protecting me while I wandered from you except that I would experience the pain of separation from You and the consequences of my own choices. Now that I have chosen You, reveal to me the parts of me that remain in need of Your corrective pruning. Make me more like You intended me to be. Your will be done in me, Lord. Only Your will! I submit the dead flesh of self at your feet for Your disposal. Take my spirit and cradle me in Your arms, Papa. I am Yours!