A Song for Sharing

“For the Mighty One has done great things for me—holy is his name.” —Luke 1:49 (NIV)

We hear Mary’s song—the Magnificat—each Advent, often wrapped in candlelight and sung in choral harmony. But today, in the off-season heat of August, let’s pause and reflect on one small word: me. “The Mighty One has done great things for me.”

In a song that spans generations and nations, Mary dares to name her own story. She doesn’t just speak of what God has done for Israel, or for the world—she speaks of what God has done for her.

What if we did the same? What if we let Mary’s song become a mirror, reflecting our own moments of grace? Not to center ourselves, but to remember that God’s mercy is personal and communal. That holy things happen in ordinary lives.

Mary’s Magnificat (Luke 1:46–55) is a tapestry of reversal and restoration. The proud scattered. The humble lifted. The hungry filled. The rich sent away. It’s a song of justice, yes—but also of intimacy. And it begins with a heart laid bare:

“My soul glorifies the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior…” (v.46–47)

Her “me” is not self-centered—it’s a testimony. A declaration that God sees, chooses, and blesses even the lowliest. Mary’s life, like ours, is not exempt from fear or uncertainty. But she sings anyway. She sings because God has met her in the midst of it.

This is the kind of faith we’re invited into—not abstract, not distant, but embodied. The kind that notices the quiet mercies:

• A word of encouragement when we needed it most

• A moment of peace in the middle of chaos

• A sense of purpose when we felt unseen

Mary’s song reminds us that God’s greatness is not reserved for mountaintop moments. It’s revealed in the slow, steady unfolding of grace—faithful, enduring, seen by God.

So today, let’s ask ourselves: What do we have we can sing about?

• What “great things” has God done for me?

• Where have I seen mercy, even in the mundane?

• How can my story echo Mary’s—not to elevate myself, but to invite others into praise?

Because when we name grace, we make space for others to do the same. Mary’s “me” becomes “we.” Her song becomes ours.

God, you’ve done great things for me—even when I forget, even when I’m tired. Thank you for showing up in quiet ways. Help me notice. Help me sing. And help me share that goodness with others. Amen.

Peace & Grace,

Pastor Tim