In those days Mary set out and went with haste to a Judean town in the hill country, where she entered the house of Zechariah and greeted Elizabeth. When Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the child leaped in her womb. And Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit and exclaimed with a loud cry, “Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb.
And why has this happened to me, that the mother of my Lord comes to me? For as soon as I heard the sound of your greeting, the child in my womb leaped for joy. And blessed is she who believed that there would be a fulfillment of what was spoken to her by the Lord.”
Elizabeth says to Mary, “Blessed are you who believed that what was spoken to you by the Lord would be fulfilled.”
Sometimes I ask myself, “what would it look like if I really believed?” Would I do heroic works like Mother Theresa? Would I speak inspiring words like Pope Francis? Would I travel to the Middle East to minister to those driven from family, friends and home by the ravages of war?
Maybe it would look a lot like it does right now, in what seems like a small insignificant corner of the world with nothing special going on. Maybe I am called to love, to the best of my ability, the people God puts in my life. Maybe I am called to minister to the marginalized in my own family and community. Maybe I say as much by how I listen as when I come up with the rare inspiring word. While it is good to aspire to great acts of love, it is also wise to remember Mother Teresa’s words, “there is no such thing as a small act of love.”
—David McNulty serves as Assistant for Operations at the Chicago-Detroit Jesuit Province.
O Radiant Dawn,
splendor of eternal light, sun of justice:
come and shine on those who dwell in darkness and in the shadow of death.