In her Magnificat (Luke 1:46-55), Mary says, “He has filled the hungry with good things and sent the rich away empty.” That line used to bother me. It sounds mean. I have often asked Our Lady what she meant by it exactly. I love the way she answered.
Some years ago I had the blessing of having a friend who was homeless. His name was George. He was eccentric, flamboyant, and charming. We were friends for years. George was fun to talk to.
One hot day I was on my way to my brother’s house with my two kids in the back seat: Maire, then eight years old, and Roise, only four. They were not being particularly good in the back of the car.
I got a call from George. I said, “Hey! How are you?” He said, “HOT! I’m very hungry and thirsty. Do you have any change so I can eat and drink?” He sounded hoarse. “Where are you?” I asked.
He was about a block away. All I had was a twenty -dollar bill for the week. I thought about it. I had paid the bills and gotten groceries for the week. But if I gave George the twenty, as I felt inspired to do, if we ran out of bread or milk we would have to wait until pay day for it. I was willing, I decided. I would be fine. George needed it more.
I headed his way. “Where are we going?” asked Maire. “We are going to help Jesus out today. He’s hungry,” I answered. “He smells bad!” complained Roise from her car seat. “Pretend he doesn’t,” I suggested. “Stop being so rude, Door Knob!” Maire scolded her sister. “Just offer it up!”
We pulled into the McDonald’s parking lot where George was waiting for us. I jumped out of the car and gave him a hug. The girls waved from the window. He waved back and asked them if they were being good today. This question they wisely declined to answer.
George wasn’t looking too good. I was worried he might be sick. He said he would be OK when he had something to drink. He was so happy about the twenty dollars he practically danced. He was wearing what looked like a bull -fighter’s outfit that day. A dance would have been perfect.
As we pulled away from a very happy and relieved George, who had been so hungry and now had the prospect of lunch and maybe even dinner, I looked around at my beaming, waving kids, and felt the smile on my own face, even though I was now broke for the week.
Then I realized that the hungry had been filled and the rich sent away empty. But both were happy.
It’s not a mean verse at all. And how like Our Lady to think of it!
“He emptied himself, taking the form of a slave, being born in the likeness of men.” (Philippians 2: 5-7). And Jesus said whenever we feed the hungry we are feeding Him. So when we empty ourselves to feed Our Lord in those who have nothing we are sent away empty. But the one who is full of grace, the first one to nourish Him, knows well that grace and joy are our rewards. Who gave the sacrificial gift of self to Jesus like Mary did?
When we allow ourselves humbly to be filled, to receive the help of others with joyful simplicity the way George received that twenty dollars, then we will see that ours is the Kingdom, ours the inheritance of the Earth, because we live on God’s grace when we receive with humble trust. He responds to that and takes care of us. Who would know this better than Mary?
Then everyone is happy, everyone is fed. That’s what every mother wants; all her children fed and happy, all her children blessed. Our Holy Mother’s words in that verse of her Magnificat describe that surprising way her Son has of turning our thinking upside down and bringing us seemingly unlikely joy when we do whatever He tells us.
Through that days’ little sidetrack on the way to my brother’s house, Mary, our spiritual Mother, first and perfect Disciple, showed me a new way to ponder the Gospel in my heart as she had done as she lived it in her Son’s presence. I began to learn how to do what could be called “Marian Lectio Divina.* ” That is, to ponder how God is speaking to me in the events of my life. This “Marian Lectio On Life” can be done fruitfully by all of us because the Gospel is not just an historical account, not just a story to inspire, but it is “living and effective”, (Hebrews 4:12), happening right now all the time in our lives. We notice this as we cultivate the awareness of living in Christ’s presence through faith, as Mary did, physically every day. We learn to be attentive to His life in ours in the way she was to Him in hers. The same Spirit Who wrote the Gospels through its’ holy authors is always speaking the Word and making it more and more vivid to us as our lives unfold in His grace. We just have to learn to watch and listen and we will see and hear. Mary will show us how. If we ask her, and walk with her, she will point these things out to us all day. She loves doing that.
May the Most Holy Mother of the Word be blessed forever. Amen.
*Lectio Divina is the ancient Christian practice of reflectively reading the Scriptures with a listening heart, using the Scriptures to be in communion with God as in a conversation rather than analytical linear reading as we normally read.
To learn how to do the classic prayer form of Lectio Divina you could start with
Hail, Shawn. Mean carries a lot of freight. Here’s another weigh-bill: you were filled with good things, hungering, with Mary, for God’s will to be done, while George, with the twenty, is dancing the sent-away-empty. How can Shawn be George, Mary wonders? Ever? Broke for a week won’t pull it. It’s 11 years later, already. Three Popes worth, give or take.The whole Magnificat is as mean as Miriam’s song on the far side of the Red Sea. What’s up? Is it possible this Yahweh really is a jealous God, and will spare no expense, just to gather a little faithful company? I suppose you wouldn’t tell us you are twice widowed, if we can’t respond. God sounds (what do I know?) pretty hungry for you. Rose petals for fun is good–it’s all rosary. Still–the mean old Jesus I know, wants to consume you, for Father’s delight. (What do I know?) Actually, face full of cold water, what I know is; if I hauled out some old George/McDonalds story a decade gone by, with Lectio Divina in the middle, I’d be up late, hungry for a comment or two of some sort or another. So, here’s mine–sad is as happy as happy, when God is having his way. Short of that, it’s all orchestrated nail-biting. I will say–I love you, hoping it gets me in some kind of trouble…
Sounds like you know the author pretty well. On this feast of the Holy Trinity, I ponder God’s mysterious ways. We look to the cross and see a naked man dead. One could view that as ‘mean’ as well, or one could view it as the epitome as love.
And He certainly does want to consume Shawn. He is madly in love with her.
Shawn, you embrace your crosses with more grace and faith than anyone I have ever met! Thank you for your witness!
I have no idea who that is Single Catholic Girl. 🙂 Thanks for the compliments. It’s always good to be encouraged.
So, singleCG, you’ll need to embrace Shawn’s denial w/some of yer own grace n’ faith, now. I know you, anyway–you’re Christ in His girl outfit, and yer in it for love. Happy Holy 3rd Dimension!!! Stay brave, best breast forward and all that. Foot- race Shawn to the wwjd.net tomb–maybe she’ll recognize you over there…
Pretty funny. I like the last line best. Peace be with you. 🙂
And also with you, as we were used to say-ing…I’m over at whatwouldjesusdownload.net, whenever the chickens can spare you a few minutes…
She didn’t notice me, I don’t mind seeing her only from behind, She was only there (I see her kind) To be seen somewhere, I’m not blind. I’m being reasonable about visibility–a glass 1/2 full isn’t spilling over, see? Watch me leave, either way–Love, believe me’s here to stay. Love doesn’t wear a costume, necessarily. love isn’t there in the room merely temporarily…Love is in it for keeps, Take it to heart. See how love seeps into the 1/2 empty part…Watch me leave love behind, Bleeding like a sieve in your mind…
GEORGE!!!! Whatever happened to him?
George is still around. He doesn’t talk to me now because he got paranoid about me and he tells my sister-in-law that it’s so sad what happened to Shawn- her losing her mind like that and all. But I keep up with him. He is still walking around in costumes and seems to be doing alright.