Blessed Are You Who Believed
December 21, 2012
Friday of the Third Week in Advent
By Melanie Rigney
Our soul waits for the Lord, who is our
help and our shield, for in him our hearts rejoice; in his holy name we trust. (Psalms
33:20-21)
Mary set out in those days and traveled to the hill
country in haste to a town of Judah, where she entered the house of Zechariah
and greeted Elizabeth. When Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the infant leaped
in her womb, and Elizabeth, filled with the Holy Spirit, cried out in a loud voice
and said, “…Blessed are you who believed that what was spoken to you by the
Lord would be fulfilled.” (Luke 1:39-42, 45)
Piety
Lord,
my heart and soul and body are dry and bone-tired, and yet You find a reason to
sing a song of joy for me. Thank You. Thank You.
Study
Mary had to have
been tired—and confused. Small wonder that she made haste to get out of town
after agreeing to bear Jesus. Wouldn’t you, if you were a teenager pregnant
with a child not her fiancĂ©’s? Not having the stain of original sin probably
didn’t keep her from having morning sickness or being flat-out exhausted… or,
who knows, possibly a bit frightened about what others would say or do to her.
And then, wham,
God is so good. He provides her with the love and embrace of another human who
has some idea of what she’s going through. Elizabeth welcomes Mary the way…
well, the way God would.
Maybe you’re
tired right now too. Chances are there’s a gift that’s going to be late, or
maybe a party or other event that’s going to be missed. You may feel
overwhelmed and not up to the task of being you, much as Mary may have. And you
know what? There’s someone in your life who’s waiting to reflect God to you in
the same way Elizabeth did for Mary.
All you have to
do is be open to letting him or her do it.
Action
Who in your life
looks or sounds particularly frazzled? Send the person a complimentary e-mail,
or take him or her to coffee or lunch. Listen. Smile. Praise. Reflect Christ.
You’ll be surprised how much better you both feel.
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