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As the ark of the covenant was being taken up to Jerusalem. David danced before it in joyful reverence for the sacred artefacts of Israel it contained. John now dances before Mary, the new ‘ark’ of a new covenant, sealed in the flesh and blood of the child she carries in her womb - the most holy possession of Israel. When the six month-old baby leaps in Elizabeth’s womb, she too becomes a prophet. Filled with the Holy Spirit, she reads the signs of the times, the ‘something more’ of an ordinary human event - the stirring of the child in her womb - and proclaims the blessedness that God has bestowed on Mary and the One she carries.
The Advent mystery tells us so clearly that God has a special love for apparently unimportant people and places: for backwater Nazareth and its young woman; for the unnamed village of an old country priest and his aging wife; for the town of Bethlehem-Ephrathah which, by the time of the Prophet Micah, whom we hear in the first reading, had been eclipsed by Jerusalem in importance, even though the former was David’s birthplace. The word of the Lord that came to Micah in the eighth century BC announces that a new future awaits this town for, like a woman in labour, its pain (of neglect) will be changed when it brings forth a future king who will fulfil the dreams as yet unrealised by the Davidic lineage. The one to come will be shepherd of his flock, caring for them in the strength of the Lord and bringing peace and security. In such unimportant places and in unexpected ways, the Son of David will be born as this fulfilment of the dreams of his people. In us, too such dreams will be fulfilled if we offer Jesus hospitality.