‘And Mary said: My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord, and my spirit has rejoiced in God my Savior’ (Luke 1:46-47 HCSB)
The world’s harshness opens us up to The Most High’s very own tough and demanding love, doesn’t it, DearHeart? Every single glimpse, every encounter we have of Mary’s journey – she is surely in a state of pure shock. Yet, to have never been shocked would have held her away from the throngs of God Almighty’s very own wild and undomesticated beauty. In Mary, from her first calling through to her grave, we see a world of suffering absorbed into the churning grief of God’s own heart. To experience the cross, especially from Mary’s eyes, is certainly to be shocked by the depths and the mystery of God’s own wild compassion. Compassion without limits.
And, then … just thinking this through with you … to flip it again … I have to marvel – sold out, breathtaking marvel, at God-creating a ferocious and wild world … then wholly sharing in its own suffering.
Just give me Jesus.
Marvel in your suffering.
God’s goodness reigns.