Advent 2020: December 22

HANNAH worshiped the LORD. She said:

My heart exults in the LORD, 

my horn is exalted in my God.

I have swallowed up my enemies;

I rejoice in my victory. 

There is no Holy One like the LORD; 

there is no Rock like our God.

Speak boastfully no longer, 

nor let arrogance issue from your mouths. 

For an all-knowing God is the LORD, 

a God who judges deeds. 

The bows of the mighty are broken,

while the tottering gird on strength. 

The well-fed hire themselves out for bread, 

while the hungry fatten on spoil. 

The barren wife bears seven sons, 

while the mother of many languishes.

The LORD puts to death and gives life, 

casts down to the nether world and raises up again.

The LORD makes poor and makes rich, 

humbles, and also exalts. 

[The Lord] raises the needy from the dust;

from the ash heap lifts up the poor, 

To seat them with nobles 

and make a glorious throne their heritage.

--I Samuel 2:1-8

MARY said: My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior who has looked with favor on me, a lowly serving maid. From this day all generations will call me blessed. The Mighty One has done great things for me: holy the name of the Lord, whose mercy is on the God-fearing from generation to generation. The arm of the Lord is filled with strength, scattering the proudhearted. God cast the mighty from their thrones, lifting up the lowly. God filled the hungry with good things, sending the rich away empty. God has come to the help of Israel, the Lord's servant, remembering mercy, the mercy promised to our forebears, to Abraham and his children for ever.

--Luke 1:46-55

SING we a song of high revolt; 

Make great the Lord, God's name exalt:

Sing we the words of Mary's song

Of God at war with human wrong.

Sing we of God who deeply cares

And still with us our burden shares;

God, who with strength the proud disowns,

Brings down the mighty from their thrones.

By God the poor are lifted up;

God satisfies with bread and cup 

The hungry folk of many lands:

The rich are left with empty hands.

God calls us to revolt and fight,

To seek for what is just and right.

To sing and live Magnificat

To ease all people's sorry lot.

--Fred Kaan