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Reason for Pride in Our National Anthem

Here comes baseball season with all of its traditions, among them the National Anthem. Knowing the history of our tradition of the National Anthem being played and/or sung before sporting events is not likely to have an influence of those who dishonor and disrespect it. However, it gives insight with which to consider their action.

In September 102 years ago America was deeply divided.  There were more divisions caused by immigration and race than today. It was a schism greater than today. World War I had resulted in passionate hatred of Germans. The streets were filled with protesters.

The much needed healing began in of all places a World Series baseball game between the Boston Red Sox and Chicago Cubs.

At the end of the 6th inning in a most unusual move the band began to play The Star Spangled Banner. Fred Thomas, a Red Sox player on furlough from the Navy whose grandfather was from the Hesse region of Germany, removed his cap and stood at attention. Others joined by doing the same and  gradually a few in the stands began to stand and sing. Soon others joined in by  placing their right hand over their heart and singing. At the end the crowd erupted in cheers. The resurgence of national pride was begun with that song. It was seen as a means of showing togetherness. 

The Red Sox started having it played at all games. Other sports joined in the practice. It shortly became an emotional, patriotic, and prideful  healing.

It wasn’t long until the NFL began having it played before all games.  The song had come to typify America as one nation under God.  At the end of World War II the NFL Commissioner Elmer Laden, declared we must never forget what it stands for. He further stated it should be as much of a part of every game as the kickoff. 

In 1931 President Hoover signed a bill making The Star Spangled Banner the official National Anthem. 

Some are now using the anthem to divide us by focusing on a line in the third stanza referring to “No refuge could save the hireling and slave.” It is being said it references the Colonial Marines, consisting of former slaves fighting with the British. The Colonial Marines were looked at not as blacks, but as British enemies. If it does refer to the Colonial Marines, it should be remembered they were fighting against the United States. It is not an all-inclusive condemnation of all blacks of all times. 

Let’s not fail to remember many slaves courageously fought with the United States, thinking it to be the side offering them the best chances of eventual freedom from slavery. It did though unfortunately and unfairly, it was too long coming.

In recent times some have misunderstood that one line and have found cause to disclaim the rest of the anthem. It can once again be a uniting force if we stress instead these healing lines:

Blest with victory and peace, may the heav’n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust.”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

As the NLF Commissioner said, we must never forget what it stands for, that being we are one nation under God.

The Second Noel 12/19/99

Luke 2:9-14

JESUS CHRIST’s birth was attested to by citizens of Heaven and attended by citizens of earth. In it two worlds merged: the world of the spiritual and the world of the physical. For that reason His name was called Emmanuel, which means, “God with us.”

In that act God honored the role of mother and favored the process of birth. Neither should be taken lightly. The first should be avoided if there is any thought of the second having to be aborted. We, male and female, should respect what God has honored.

Christmas, the celebration of His birth, does many things for all of society. One thing it does is rekindle HOPE. In a culture where there appears to be so little hope, I rejoice over its being available to all.

The song writer Oscar Hammerstein in talking about his personal philosophy once said: “I cannot write anything without hope in it…when people point out that the world has evil and ugliness in it…I merely point out I know about all of those things, but I choose to align myself to the hope of side of life.”

My heart sings with Mary Martin those lines given her by Hammerstein: “I’m stuck like a dope in a thing called hope and I can’t get it out of my heart.”

I can’t! I just can’t, because Christ is my heart.

Hope is more than just a feeling—it is a vision, a way of looking at our world, a way of understanding the things that happen to us.

The Christmas story does not deny the presence of darkness, it just proclaims the presence of light.

It doesn’t ignore the reality of bitterness and hate, it just declares the dominance of love. It shouts of hope.

Christmas is a pencil sharpener for the emotions making them sharper and more sensitive.

Imagine the hope that must have sprung to life in the hearts of those astonished shepherds just outside Bethlehem on that eventful night when the angels came to them proclaiming Messiah’s birth. Consider —

I. WHAT THEY SAID: “GLORY TO GOD….PEACE…. GOOD WILL….”
A plethora of diversions tend to minimize the Christ whose birth we celebrate.

It was Christmas 1939 that the then department store giant Montgomery Ward came up with an advertising campaign featuring a character called “Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer.” Today this reindeer with a “nose so bright” is better known by many American children than the One whose birth we celebrate.

In 1949, songwriter Johnny Marks put the ad-gimmick to music, and we have sung it “every foggy Christmas Eve” since.

Long before this guiding light Zacharias prophesied of another who would offer guidance:

“The rising sun (Jesus) will come to us from heaven… to guide our feet into the path of peace.”

We pragmatic people tend to think of there being no other state of being other than those we can see and prove. In doing so, we overlook the existence of the angelic band.

The Hebrew word for angel is the same as the name of the last book of the Old Testament, Malachi. It literally means “my angel.” I have a Malachi and so do you. They are at work today as in the day of Christ’s birth. They are also called “ministering spirits.”

The text says there was a “heavenly host.” The word “host” actually means “army.” There was a large force of angels involved.

Daniel (7:10) said of angels “ten thousand times ten thousand attend unto God.”

The writer of the Revelation (5:11) spoke of “a world of angels.”

Hebrews 12:22 lost count and referred to an “innumerable company of angels.” They are without number.

There are 108 references to angels in the Old Testament and 165 in the New Testament. They are referenced in the Garden of Eden and depicted as active in the Book of the Revelation.

Together this army of angels spoke in praise to God.

The angels were the heralds of the one of which it was said, “His name shall be called Wonderful…”

Audrey Mieir was absorbed in what was happening in her little church. They were having a Christmas presentation of the birth of Jesus. Mary was a teenage girl. The angels were young boys. The baby was a doll. Bathrobes revealed rolled up jeans under them. This simple setting provided for an electrifying moment. Audrey looked at the little children in the audience sitting open mouthed and expectant. Elderly friends wiped away tears remembering Christmases long past.

The pastor stood, raised his hands and said, “His name is Wonderful.” The words gripped Audrey. Immediately she began to write in the back of her Bible. She remembered that as she wrote it seemed to her God had something He wanted said. That night she sang the simple chorus around the piano with a group of youth. The words were simple and they picked it up right away. She wrote:
“His name is Wonderful, His name is Wonderful…
Jesus my Lord.
He is the mighty king, Master of everything.
His name is Wonderful, Jesus my Lord.
He’s the great Shepherd,
The Rock of all ages. Almighty God is He;
Bow down before Him, Love and adore Him,
His name is Wonderful, Jesus my Lord.”

Though they said it, choirs and congregations have appropriately sung it through the years. There is victory in that pronouncement. In Latin it is “Gloria in Excelsus Deo!”

Under divine inspiration the Apostle Paul wrote: “All the promises of God in Him are Yes, and in Him Amen, to the glory of God through us.”

The angels said:
GLORY TO GOD
Jesus taught us to pray: “…Thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory…” He already has the glory we are blessed to be vessels through which His glory is seen and by whom it is acknowledged.

Christ’s coming focuses on the glory of God because in Him the attributes and attitudes of God are pleasantly revealed.

In the act of Christ coming, God revealed a bit more of His glory which had been concealed.

The fundamental way we can accent the glory of God is by giving ourselves in trust to Him as our Savior and yielding to Him in service as our Lord.

Next we can so love and live as to try to bring others to a saving knowledge of Him. There are those around us we are responsible for influencing. There are those beyond our sphere of influence. Many are in foreign lands. To them we can and must send missionaries. Missionaries become our proxies when we give financially to help them minister. Some people flinch when giving is mentioned.

A verse, long-lurking in my memory, goes:
“Go break to the hungry sweet charities bread,
For giving is living the angel said.
But must I keep giving again and again,
The weary worn question came.
No said the angel, piercing me through.
Just stop giving when God stops giving to you.”

An old man on the city bus sat across from a little girl who was apparently from a poor family. As he sat holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers he noticed they had captured the attention of the little girl. Every time he looked at her she was looking admiringly at the flowers but quickly looked away.

When the bus stopped at his place of getting off he reached out and gave the flowers to her saying, “I bought these for my wife, but I know she would want you to have them.”

The bus stop was a bit longer than usual and the little girl watched as the old man got off the bus and entered through an old gate into a little cemetery.

Give your best to the Master before it is too late to give.

PEACE ON EARTH
Peace is both an event and a process. On September 2, 1945, representatives of Japan and America, the two powers that had been locked in World War II, met on the deck of the USS Missouri in Tokyo Bay and a peace treaty was signed. On that day peace was an event. Since that time it has been a process enjoyed by both parties to the treaty.

People want peace in their lives as a process. It is not possible without it first being an event. The event involves you signing a treaty with Christ. He has already signed it with His blood. Now by faith it is your turn to sign.
“Once on the eve of Christmas
when all strange things may hap,
I saw Mary the Mother
with her baby upon her lap.

I saw the Mother, Mary,
holding God’s little son.
She said to him, Small one, tell me
When shall man’s war be done?

Then the child spake and answered:
These wars shall end, said he,
when no man shall wound another
for fear of wounding me.”

Many persons misunderstand this angelic statement to refer to the absence of war and hostility, and feel that it is unfulfilled. Cynics scoff at the very idea of “Peace on earth…” They ask when and how. Longfellow wrote a poem that speaks to this.
“I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men.

And in despair I bowed my head:
‘There is no peace on earth,’ I said,
‘For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace on earth good-will to men.’

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
‘God is not dead, nor does He sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men.”

The angelic statement was not a prophecy of peace but rather a prescription for peace.

GOOD WILL
In this supernatural act God was showing His strong desire for our “good will.” His will toward us is good. He designed, devised, and desires our good will. Only we can prevent it.

II. WHAT THEY SAW “A STAR”
In announcing the birth of Christ the world’s first communication satellite was put in orbit above Bethlehem. All of nature was at the Father’s disposal and He used a star to mark the locale of Christ’s birth.

III. WHAT THEY SOUGHT

THE WISE MEN
These were not “wise guys”, that is, smart alecks. These were sun-crowned intellects. Let’s give them the dignity of their Bible identity, “wise men.” They were wise men not “rich dudes.”

They were magi not magicians, astronomers not astrologists, scientists not wizards.

Their presence reveals that though Christianity is for the masses of poor it is also for the wealthy intellects. It is applicable for the “whosoever” of John 3: 16.

There is a bit of wit circulating that notes what a difference it would have made if these had been three wise women rather than wise men. They would have stopped and asked directions, and arrived on time. They would have helped deliver the baby, clean the stable, make a casserole, and brought disposable diapers as gifts.

Every December, as I take out the Christmas decorations, I also take out the memory of a Christmas 20 years ago in a small town in central Maine and the gift that one little girl gave to another. In a world where Christmas is ever more glittery and commercialized, it reminds me that the true spirit of the season lies in giving, and receiving, from the heart.

Winters seemed to be colder back then, and school days dragged slowly by. At my small school, we had two classes for each grade. My class was for the children who got good grades. Most of us wore nice clothes and our parents were in the PTA. Those in the “slower” class didn’t get good report cards. Most of the kids were poor. We attended the same school year after year, and by fourth grade we all knew who belonged in which class. The one exception was the girl I shall call Marlene Crocker.

I still remember the day when Marlene was transferred to the “smarter” class. She stood by the teacher’s desk that morning in a wool skirt that hung down below her knees. Her sweater was patched, but her face was wide and hopeful.

She was not at all pretty except for her intelligent-looking brown eyes. I had heard Marlene was a good student, though, and I wondered why she hadn’t been in the “smarter” class all along. As she stood waiting for the teacher to assign her a seat, for a moment I imagined that I might become her friend and we would talk together at recess. Then the whispers began. “She’s not sitting beside me!” someone sneered.

“That will be enough,” the teacher said firmly, and the class turned silent. No one would laugh at Marlene again—at least not when the teacher was in the room. Marlene and I never talked together at recess as I’d first imagined. The boundaries that separated us were too firmly drawn.

One late autumn day, Mom and I happened to be out driving along a wooded back road. It was one that we seldom took because Mom said it wasted gas. I was busy chattering away when suddenly, out the window, I saw a tar-paper shack so tiny that it would have fit inside our bathroom. The shack was set far back in a big field littered with rusted car parts. Across the yard stretched a long clothesline, beneath which stood a little girl who looked at us as we sped past. It was Marlene. I raised my hand to wave, but our car had already passed her. “That poor little girl,” my mother said, “hanging out clothes and it’s going to rain.”

Once the snow came that winter, it seemed as though it would never stop. As Christmas drew near, my spirits were as high as the snowdrifts as I watched the pile of presents grow beneath our Christmas tree. At school, a few days before our school Christmas party, we passed around a hat in class to pick the name of a classmate for whom we’d buy a gift. The hat went around, and the names were drawn. Finally, the hat came to Marlene. One boy leaned forward, closer than anyone had ever been to Marlene, and hooted as he read her slip of paper. “Marlene got Jenna’s name.”

I began to blush furiously as I heard my name. Marlene looked down at her desk, but the teasing went on until our teacher stopped it. “I don’t care,” I vowed haughtily, but I felt cheated.

The day of the party, I marched to the bus reluctantly, carrying a nice gift of Magic Markers for the person whose name I had drawn. At school, we ate the Christmas cookies our mothers had baked and drank our grape drink. Then the presents were handed out, and the wrapping paper went flying as everyone tore into them.

The moment I had been dreading had arrived. Suddenly it seemed as though everyone was crowding around. Sitting on my desk was a small package wrapped neatly in tissue paper. I looked over at Marlene. She was sitting alone. Suddenly overcome by the need to protect Marlene from the mocking of my classmates, I seized Marlene’s gift, unwrapped it and sat there, holding it hidden in my hand.

“What is it?” a boy hollered, when he could stand it no longer.

“It’s a wallet,” I finally answered.

The bell rang and the buses came and someone said to Marlene, “Did your old man make it from the deer he shot?”

Marlene nodded and said, “And my ma.”

“Thank you, Marlene,” I said.

“You’re welcome,” she said. We smiled at each other. Marlene was not my friend but I never teased her. Maybe when I got bigger, I would ride my bike over there and we could talk and play. I thought about that as I rode the bus home. I tried not to think of what Marlene’s Christmas would be like.

Years went by. I went to high school and college, and lost contact with most of my childhood schoolmates. Whenever I struggled with math problems, I recalled the rumors that Marlene had dropped out of school to help her mother with the younger children at home. Then I heard that she had married young and stated having babies of her own.

One day, I came across the white doeskin wallet I had received at that Christmas party long ago. Funny how, of all the gifts, I’d kept this one through the years. I took it out and studied its intricate craftsmanship. Beneath the top flap, I noticed a small slit holding a tiny piece of paper that I had never seen before. Sitting in my comfortable home, I read the words that Marlene had written to me years before. “To my best friend,” they said. Those words pierced by heart. I wished I could go back, to have the courage to be the kind of friend I’d wanted to be. Belatedly, I understood the love that had been wrapped inside that gift.

There are a few things I unpack every year at Christmastime – an old wooden creche, shiny balls for the tree and a Santa figurine. I take the wallet out, too. Last year, I told my small son the story of the girl who had given it to me. He thought about it and then he said, “Of all the gifts, that was the goodest gift, wasn’t it?”

And I smiled, grateful for the wisdom that let him see that it was.

They were wise not because of their learning but because of their seeking for wisdom and truth. In Christ they found both.

Even the dumb animals in the manger in Bethlehem knew more about the Christ child’s birth than the pious religious leaders in Jerusalem. We must be certain that we don’t simply know a lot about Him but fail to know Him personally.

THE SHEPHERDS
They came seeking the One Who came to “seek and to save” them.

In contrast to the wise men, the shepherds represent one of the lowest classes of the society of the era. They were desert dwellers of low esteem. As Christianity is for the wealthy intellects so it is also for the poor and uneducated. It is for the “as many as will.”

When the angels spoke to the shepherds they responded: “Let us go…” (Vs. 15).

Now that you have heard what they heard will you not respond as they and say, “I am going…” “I am going to receive Christ.” “I am going to respond openly as did the shepherds.”

How Does God Use Adversity

COVID-19 has caused spiritual and unspiritual persons alike to muse over the mystery of its meaning. Let’s join them herein.

History is a matchless teacher. Knowing what has happened, and why can help our understanding of what is happening —- and why. This brings a spiritual component into the equation.

The Hebrew and Greek words for pestilence (pandemic) appear 127 times in the Bible. God is not only a God of miracles, He is also a God of mystery. We can never unravel all of His mysteries. The history of His use of adversity to achieve His sovereign purpose in the future is a mystery. Some concepts are so far beyond our capacity to understand, we must at times embrace living without an answer. Don’t be surprised when the “freight train” of the unknowable runs over you. It does everyone at some point.

It has been suggested there are three reasons for a loving God’s use of adversity. They are:

It is to execute divine judgment on an individual, nation, or nations for chronic, unrepentant sin. Admittedly there are sins by individuals and our nation.

It is to warn other individuals and nations that they, too, could face divine judgment for chronic, unrepentant sin.

It is to shake an individual, nation, or many nations so that they will wake up from spiritual slumber or rebellion, repent of their sins, and turn in faith to a personal, healthy relationship with God.

Parenthetically, innocent people often suffer adversity because they are part of a rebellious nation, and the good suffer with the bad.

Over and over in Scripture God explains that in His mercy He will shake individuals and nations in His effort to gain their attention and draw them to Him that He might bless them. Often God has to change things around us in order to change things within us.

The question: is it working? If not, we are missing the chance for a better life-style, and the inherent blessings in the COVID-19. Are we as individuals and as a nation responding affirmatively to His shaking?

Dr. Darrell Bock, theologian and professor at Dallas Theological Seminary notes, “Plagues are a way that God seeks to get our attention about our finitude and morality, as well as how we are giving attention to God. They are an opportunity for reflection about how we live and a reminder we are not gods ourselves.”

God doesn’t really want to make life hard for us. He explains that if you do “this” (His will) you will get “that” (His blessings), and if you do “that” (disobey His) you will get “this” (discipline). The problem arises when what we want to do “that” (disobey Him), and get “this” (His blessings). Fix it as a stele in your mind to remind you, it does not work that way. For multiple millennia millions have tried and the principle is inflexible.

Which of the three reasons for COVID-19 mentioned herein do you think is at play in your life and the life of our nation?

Live mindful that “God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble…” Psalm 46:1-3. Don’t run from Him, run to Him. Don’t ask why, ask how. How can this be used as a blessing for you? The answer may be deferred, but it is definite.

The Just Shall Live By Faith: Luther at Rudolstadt

In the Convent Library at Erfurt is a renowned painting. It depicts Martin Luther as a young monk of 24 years of age reading a portion of Scripture in the early morning light. On the page he is reading can be seen the words, “The just shall live by faith.” Centuries before the prophet Habakkuk had penned these words and later the Apostle Paul repeated them. This painting depicts the renewal of humanity.

In the Library of Rudolstadt is a handwritten letter penned by Paul Luther, the son of Martin. In it he relates a family insight as follows, “In the year 1544, my late dearest father, in the presence of us all, narrated the whole story of his journey to Rome. He acknowledged with great joy that, in that city, through the Spirit of Jesus Christ, he had come to the knowledge of the truth of the everlasting Gospel.”

Let me share a summary of that moment of enlightenment in the life of Martin Luther.

Still today in Rome you will find the Cathedral Church of St. John of Lateran. There are three parallel staircases in it. People walk up the stairs on the left and right, but the center one is considered special. On some of the steps of the center case there are coverings of plate glass through which red stains can be seen on the stairs. These steps are still climbed by anguishing would-be worshipers who stoop to kiss the glass covered stains. A late tradition says these were the stairs in Pilate’s Hall in Jerusalem, and these are the blood stains from Christ’s wounds.

As the devout young monk, Luther climbed these steps on his knees seeking thereby to gain the favor of God, the text which he had read in that early morning light came to his mind: “The just shall live by faith.” He jumped to his feet and went on his way rejoicing.

Now back to the Library of Rudolstadt and the handwritten letter by the son of Martin Luther: “Thereupon, he ceased his prayers, returned to Wittenberg, and took this as the chief foundation of his doctrine.”

It is the foundation of Christianity.

When Habakkuk wrote the original script of this text the Babylonians were looting and pillaging. At issue was under those conditions what were the righteous to do. His answer: “The just shall live by faith.”

What are we to do when evildoers come to power? The just shall live by faith.

What are we to do when your prayers go unanswered? The just shall live by faith.

What are you to do when your dreams turn to ashes? The just shall live by faith.

It is to be the lifestyle of believers under all circumstances. Do you?

The First Noel 12/12/99

Luke 1:46-55

JESUS CHRIST was the highest form of God and the ultimate form of man. In Him all the fullness of the Godhead dwells bodily, yet He took upon Him the form of a servant, and was made in our likeness.

He who spoke the universe into existence humbled Himself and became obedient — even unto death for us.

He was the Light of the World yet He hung in darkness.

He was the Fountain of Life, yet upon the Cross He cried, “I thirst.”

He was the Lion of the Tribe of Judah, yet He was led as a lamb to the slaughter.

He was the Ancient of Days, yet one day He became the babe of Bethlehem’s manger.

He did all of this that you might have a MERRY CHRISTMAS — and much more.

We are about to engage in what is becoming in the educational community the stealth celebration of Christ’s birth.

Let me acknowledge the government should not be expected to be the propaganda arm of Christianity or any religion. However, the Supreme Court has let stand a lower courts ruling that schools may recognize religious holidays “if the purpose is to provide secular instruction about religious traditions rather than to promote the particular religion involved.”

No court has ever ruled that singing carols at school is unconstitutional.

I believe in the separation of the institutions of church and state. It is a valid and vital precept. Government is not to establish a religion nor is it to prohibit the free exercise of it.

For fear of the Christ child whose birth 90% of Americans celebrate extremes are practiced. His name for some is the only unmentionable one in schools.

In Fayette County, Kentucky, school bus drivers were warned not to wish the children “Merry Christmas.” “Happy holidays,” or “Merry solstice,” or even “Hail winter” are OK.

In Philadelphia they are allowed to say, “Happy Sparkle Season.”

In West Orange, New Jersey the high school dean reprimanded students for singing “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen” on school property. It is alright to sing a rap song about killing cops but not any of this merry stuff.

Schools in Scarsdale, New York forbade “Jingle Bells” and “Frosty the Snow Man.” Is Frosty a threat to separation of church and state? Envision “Saint Frosty.”

Candy canes are also outlawed. They look too much like a shepherds staff. Trees are allowed if called “unity trees” or “giving trees.”

Some schools have put a wrap on Santa Claus because the legend is based on a fourth-century saint. He has about as much to do with a Christian Christmas as Bugs Bunny has with Easter.

In one of our local schools they have banned the use of green and red decorations. What do these colors have to do with separation of church and state? Are they afraid someone will convert to green or become a devotee of red?

Christmas in reality is all about Jesus’ birth. In the person of Jesus Christ, God left a footprint in the sand of the Judean desert. He cast a shadow on the streets of Jerusalem. He stained the grey stones of Calvary with His blood as a demonstration of His love for you. He was a real person who did an actual thing.

Little wonder that the adoring apostle Paul bowed his head and wrote of Him: “Our great God and Savior Jesus Christ” (Titus 2:13).

Who is our great God and Savior —- Jesus Christ.

Who is Jesus Christ —- our great God and Savior.

Consider the miracle of His emergence on planet Earth.

A teenage girl was casually involved in her regular routine. Her name was Mary. She was a simple, unsophisticated, unassuming pure young girl. Her humble home was in a little-known village called Nazareth. At that point let’s pick up the story and note:

I. THE RESPONSIBLE PRONOUNCEMENT
Six hundred years before this it had been the good fortune of the angel Gabriel to announce the forthcoming birth of Christ. Now he comes back for an encore to herald the fulfillment of that prophecy.

Just as her startled eyes saw the angel sent to greet her, he speaks, “Rejoice, highly favored one, the Lord is with you.”

“Rejoice…!” You’ve got to be kidding. It’s terror time. No person, prophet, or priest, had seen an angel for over 400 years. This unique phenomenon would have been a challenge to a mature Bible scholar but even more absorbing and alarming to a youthful girl.

Who was speaking? What did he want? Verse 29. “Rejoice, highly favored one, the Lord is with you…”

Her open-mouthed puzzlement resulted in her startled silence. Then Gabriel broke the silence: “Do not be afraid, you have found favor with God. And behold, you will conceive in your womb and bring forth a Son, and shall call His name JESUS” (Luke 1:30, 31).

Finding favor with God is life’s greatest blessing. However, it does not result in a pressure-free life of ease. There was a whole generation in the late 60s and early 70s that thought to find God was to find perfect peace. That finding favor with Him consequeted in a laid-back life of sitting around with arms and legs folded, eating lettuce leaves, and contemplating infinity of their navel.

Christians, like non-Christians, have pressures and problems. The difference is that the believer has a resource and reason. The resource is the grace of God and the reason is that we in our difficulties might allow God through us to show His sufficiency.

Knowing the promise of God and holding the hope related to the Messiah, she understood the meaning. However, how could she be a part of all this, she was not even married?

Gabriel anticipating her quizzical nature spoke again: “And the angel answered and said to her, “The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Highest will overshadow you; therefore, also, that Holy One who is to be born will be called the Son of God” (Luke 1:35).

Further realizing Mary’s difficulty in accepting such an impossibility, Gabriel told her of another impossibility already in progress: “Now indeed, Elizabeth your relative has also conceived a son in her old age; and this is now the sixth month for her who was called barren” (Luke 1:36).

Her aged cousin Elizabeth, already beyond the age of child bearing was expecting. Gabriel assured Mary, this proves nothing is impossible — “For with God nothing will be impossible” (Luke 1:37).

Mary now believes God’s message to her and responds: “…let it be…” (Luke 1: 38). “Let it be”, let that be the watchword of your life. It is a summary way of saying, “Whatever you want Lord is OK with me. Anything you want me to do, I will gladly do it.” “Let it be.”

Her Son, Jesus Christ, prayed a similar prayer in Gethsamene: “Thy will be done.”

Around the globe today are over 3,000 Southern Baptist missionaries who have in effect said, “Let it be.”

Our missionaries span the globe to share the good news. They teach trades to prevent poverty, practice medicine to relieve suffering, communicate farm skills to alleviate hunger, and all share the gospel to bring souls to Christ.

Years ago a young girl from Cartersville, Georgia, said “Let it be” to the Lord’s call of her to serve Him as a missionary in ancient China. Her faithful service led her colleagues to name a special missions offering taken each year at Christmas after her — Lottie Moon.

When you give money to feed the poor, clothe the orphans, heal the sick, alleviate suffering, educate the backward, and do all this in an effort to seek and to save, you are using money for its loftiest purpose.

When you give to this special seasonal offering, you share in the fellowship of Christ’s suffering.

As a part of a trip to Brazil to play basketball I visited with one of our missionaries, Mrs. Rosealee Mills Appleby. The day she arrived in Brazil her husband died and her only child was born. When we were about to part company she said, “Tell the folks back home to do three things. Come and help us. Give to support us and pray for us. If they can’t come or give please pray.” That we should do.
Lord, do you want me to go? “Let it be…”
Lord, do you want me to give? “Let it be…”
Lord, do you want me to pray? “Let it be…”

II. THE RESPONDENT PERSON
Gabriel shared a compliment with Mary “blessed are you among women!” (Vs. 28b). Unfortunately some have pushed the appropriate compliment too far and have asserted that Mary was immaculately conceived, that is, that she was also virgin born. Follow this closely. If she was, she was divine. If she was divine and Jesus was conceived of the divine Holy Spirit, then He had no human parent; and thus was not human. The true miracle of the person of Jesus is that He was the God/man-man/God. He was God in flesh and blood. As much God as though He were not man and as much man as though He were not God. He had to have both natures in order to reconcile, that is, bring God and man together. He was “made of woman.”

Notice how Mary and Jesus related to each other. Later in life Jesus honored her but played down her role (Luke 11: 27, 28).

“And it happened, as He spoke these things, that a certain woman from the crowd raised her voice and said to Him, ‘Blessed is the womb that bore You, and the breasts which nursed You!’ But He said, ‘More than that, blessed are those who hear the word of God and keep it!’” (Luke 11: 27, 28).

She honored Him and played up His role by acknowledging her need for a Savior. Mary called Jesus, “God my Savior” (Vs. 47).

To Mary, Christ not she, was the central character in the Christmas story. We dare not leave Him out.

As few years ago my family and I were walking around New York city on the eve of our first trip to the Bible Land. Christmas was only days away. As we walked, we gawked at the beauty of the “Big Apple” decorated for Christmas.

We paused a few moments in the cold to view a replica of the nativity characters on display in front of America’s richest church. You may have seen it. It is dwarfed by the skyscrapers that surround it on Wall Street. Years ago Queen Ann gave to Trinity Episcopal Church 250 acres of her farm on Manhattan Island. Today Wall Street runs through that tract of land. The church owns 29 of the largest buildings on Wall Street. There in front of the richest church in America was a simple depiction of the first Christmas. We studied each of the figures until at last our gaze focused on the cradle. Something was missing. Someone had taken the figurine depicting the Christ child. Christ was missing from the Christmas scene. Don’t you leave Him out.

III. THE RESPONSIVE PRAISE (VSS. 46 – 55)
Mary was visiting her cousin Elizabeth, wife of Zechariah, the high priest. Their joyous conversation resulting in a statement by Mary known as “the Magnificat,” meaning “My soul magnified the Lord.” This was perpetual tense, meaning this was a habitual act. Such a prominent role as Mary was to play might cause some to exalt themselves. She exalted God.

She knew he was the Savior and she knew and acknowledged it.

Mary was in AWE of God. She exclaimed:
“My soul magnifies the Lord” (Luke 1: 46). This means her willful response was to be such as would enlarge the sphere of His faithfulness. She was going to let the Lord demonstrate His faithfulness to all people through her.

“My spirit has rejoiced….” In speaking of being persecuted for His sake Christ said: “Rejoice in that day and leap for joy! (Luke 6:23).

Mary knowing something of the ridicule sure to follow that her soul did “rejoice.”

A modern transliteration is: “My spirit shall dance like David before the arc, shall leap, shall bound, shall rejoice in God my Savior.”

We don’t have a word to accurately depict what is meant by the word “dance” in this passage. The Irish word for it is “gilliard.” It was very similar to the movements of a ballerina. What ever form it took it was “as unto the Lord” and was an expression of joy found in God.

“My spirit has rejoiced in God my Savior,” she continued. This is aorist tense meaning a specific act related to the birth.

This, though said not sung, might well be considered the First Noel, that is, praise of the Lord regarding Christ’s birth.

She spoke of His:
POWER — “For He who is mighty has done great things for me,” (Luke 1:49).

When Christ was about to vacate planet Earth He said, “All power is given unto me…” Later He said, “You shall receive power…”

Jose’ Ortega y Gasset, one of the greatest Spanish writers noted: “Before long there will be heard throughout the planet a formidable cry rising like the howling of innumerable dogs to the stars asking for someone or something to take command.”

Jesus Christ is the one with such power and He is indeed coming to do exactly that.

HOLINESS — “holy is His name” (Vs. 49b). God is concerned about your holiness. He knows that only by your holiness can you be happy.

MERCY — “And His mercy is on those who fear Him From generation to generation” (Luke 1:50). Grace is God giving to us all the good things we need. Mercy is God protecting us from all the bad things we deserve.

REAPPRAISED VALUES — “He has shown strength with His arm; He has scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts. He has filled the hungry with good things, And the rich He has sent
away empty” (Luke 1: 51, 53). Herein, spiritual values are contrasted with physical possessions.

Elvis Presley once said he aspired to threethings: wealth, fame and happiness. Just weeks before his death he confessed he had achieved two of the three: wealth and fame, but happiness had eluded him. Happiness, actually the joy to the world spoken of doesn’t come from wealth or fame, but from knowing and doing God’s will. It comes from obedience like that expressed by Mary: “Let it be unto me according to your will.”