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Advent Sunday Magnificat – with footnotes for smug self-identifying “Christians”.

November 27, 2016

magnificat

For Advent Sunday –

an Annotated Magnificat.

Clearing up a few unhappy ambiguities in Mary’s statement.

Luke 1:46-55

King James Version (KJV)

46 And Mary said, My soul doth magnify the Lord[i],

47 And my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour.[ii]

48 For he hath regarded the low estate of his handmaiden[iii]: for, behold, from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed.[iv]

49 For he that is mighty hath done to me great things; and holy is his name.[v]

50 And his mercy is on them that fear him from generation to generation.

51 He hath shewed strength with his arm; he hath scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts.[vi]

52 He hath put down the mighty from their seats, and exalted them of low degree.[vii]

53 He hath filled the hungry with good things; and the rich he hath sent empty away.[viii]

54 He hath helped his servant Israel, in remembrance of his mercy;

55 As he spake to our fathers, to Abraham, and to his seed for ever.[ix]

 

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[i]    By “The Lord” Mary means a sort of projection of our own sense of cultural and economic privilege – a kind of “Apostrophe” to our own petty fears and prejudices rather than anything that’s actually bigger than us that might challenge our assumptions at any point.

[ii]   See above – note that “My Saviour” implies saviour of people like me.  Mine – not yours necessarily – in other words

[iii]   God does not of course make a habit of regarding people “of low estate”, except insofar as very privileged people have developed their own version of victimisation.  Which of course they have.

[iv]   Unmarried teenage girls are not usually to be described as “blessed”.  Be assured that while we’ve arranged for this particular teenage pregnancy to be covered up – teenage pregnancies in general are pretty damnable.

[v]   I can make this sort of talk compatible with “prosperity gospelism”

[vi] “Scattered like you scatter seed.  Don’t think it’s a bad thing.  We proud need lots of space around us. Lebensraum.

[vii] See note iii.

[viii] I think we’ll all just hum our way through this bit.

[ix] Ours is essentially a tribal Deity (but not Jewish) who exists merely to give a kind of divine sanction to our gut feeling that people like us deserve stuff that other folk do not.

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