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My soul exalts the Lord,
and my spirit rejoices in God
my saver,
… his name is Holy,
and his mercy is for generations and generations,
for those who fear him.
He has taken power into his arm,
and scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts.
He has pulled down the dynasts from their thrones,
and raised up the humble;
he has filled the hungry with good things,
and sent the rich away empty.
He has reached out his hand …
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Categories: Contemplation
archy, Christbirth, Jesus, Mammon, Mary, mercy, world
Exoristos
Porter Doran
Iannes
Epiktetos
Anonymous
The whole chapter is just amazing. And the next one. And…
Luke just comes on like a whirlwind of powerful poetry: the monologs of Elizabeth, Mary, Zacharias, Simeon and even more: it is almost too much to absorb as there are so many words coming so quickly and each phrase packing such poignance that a certain place in the front of the brain wants to — pop — with wonder and joy.
I really think the reason I did not see these chapters as marvelous when I was a child is simple: my infant brain was overloaded enough to become suddenly blanked.
(By the way, the translation is Richmond Lattimore’s, which I am much enjoying reading these days — except for “saver”, which was my substitution.)
Yes! And yet, the poetry is set in such a serious and careful history, doing eloquent justice to the opening statement of Chapter 1. I memorized that chapter (in NASB) two Christmases ago… I should review and add to it. Someday I would like to be able to recite all of Luke, although perhaps not in one sitting. ;)
No better literature.
I will be joyful indeed when I can recite any of it in Greek.