“Sing unto the LORD a new song.” Psalm 149:1b KJV
As shoppers hurried into the mall to escape the winter winds, I was acutely aware of one man who was ambling towards the entrance methodically tapping his cane. He sat, pulled a flute from his tattered jacket and played Silent Night, The First Noel, and Drummer Boy. Passersby paused, and then returned to the scurry of activities that so easily defines the Christmas season
A mother dropped a coin in the man’s overturned hat. A teenager handed the flutist a water bottle. It was my chance to talk to him.
“Excuse me, sir, why do you play?”
“Does anybody ever take your money? You wouldn’t know it seeing as…”
“I sees them with me ears. But, if all they wants is coins, they can have ‘em. I play ‘cause I want ‘em to have a song in they’s heart like I’s got in mine.”
“I’d ask you to play another song, but I don’t have coins…”
“Set yerself down. I’s playin’ fer ya.”
As the flutist played Mary’s Song I felt a warmth erase the wind whipping onto the sidewalk from the nearby alley.
I learned something that day. Although the gentleman was blind and poor, the song of the Lord residing within him gave him a joy no one could take.
Let’s talk about Mary. Why did God choose her to birth the Savior? She, as the flutist, had a song in her heart no one could take away. Her song, The Magnificat, also known as The Canticle of Mary, is a declaration of her trust in God. (see Luke 1:46-56)
What did Mary sing? She sang about her surprise to learn she was chosen to birth the Savior. She glimpsed the impact of Christ’s birth—that it would bless not only her generation, but ours as well. Expectedly, she sang about God’s sovereignty.
Mary’s faith reminds me of the flutist: He had no sight—keen hearing was his substitute. His coat was threadbare—he didn’t focus on the day’s weather. People stole his offerings—silver was not his motivation. Rather than focusing on these outward things, the flutist expressed the song abiding within his heart. And perhaps the flutist, like Mary, is chosen, favored, and blessed. May I suggest to you that when our focus is on King Jesus rather than on our present circumstances God’s favor descends upon us?
Would Mary have a difficult journey? Sure, she would, and she knew that. But, she kept a song in her heart when the challenges came. As gossip-mongers talked about her premarital pregnancy, she kept singing. When she and Joseph fled from wicked King Herod, I imagine Mary whispered lullabies into her child’s ears. When her Son lie upon the cross, beaten, and dying a horrible death, blood pooling at her bended knees, I am certain Mary had at least one chord from her Spirit-song residing within her wounded soul. When Jesus arose, the whole world sang, as did Mary.
Christmas is a time to resurrect the song of the Lord that He’s placed within you. Do you hear it? Listen closely…. The Great Flutist has written a melody on the recesses of your heart that will touch generations. Allow Emmanuel—God with us—to overtake your soul.
Father God, help me to focus on Jesus’ abiding presence in my life,
so I can sing the melody He is writing on my heart.
Copyright © 2019: All rights reserved: VineWords: Mary’s Song: Author Diane Virginia Cunio; Pen Name, Diane Virginia: www.vinewords.net
Mary’s Song is a work of fiction based on real life events. The longer version has been published by Christian Broadcasting Network and Faith Beyond Fear.