Day 16: Tyranena Rocky’s Revenge

About the Beer: Tyranena Brewery is located between Milwaukee and Madison, in the small town of Lake Mills. Tonight we are drinking Rocky’s Revenge, a brown ale aged in oak barrels that give each batch its own unique flavor. It is named after an ancient creature, that as legend has it, prowls the depths of Rock Lake (originally called Tyranena by the original inhabitants) and protects the sacred stone mounds at its bottom. The brewers have made this beer as an offering to the protector of Tyranena.

Advent Reflection: Tonight’s reading is a well-known passage from the Gospel of Luke focusing on Mary’s response to the angel Gabriel. After you read, gaze at the picture and read the beautiful poem that is a reflection on the Luke passage.

Luke 1:26-38
Now in the sixth month the angel Gabriel was sent from God to a city in Galilee called Nazareth, to a virgin engaged to a man whose name was Joseph, of the descendants of David; and the virgin’s name was Mary.  And coming in, he said to her, “Greetings, favored one! The Lord is with you.” But she was very perplexed at this statement, and kept pondering what kind of salutation this was. The angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary; for you have found favor with God. And behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall name Him Jesus. He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High; and the Lord God will give Him the throne of His father David; and He will reign over the house of Jacob forever, and His kingdom will have no end.” Mary said to the angel, “How can this be, since I am a virgin?”  The angel answered and said to her, “The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you; and for that reason the holy Child shall be called the Son of God. And behold, even your relative Elizabeth has also conceived a son in her old age; and she who was called barren is now in her sixth month. For nothing will be impossible with God.” And Mary said, “Behold, the bondslave of the Lord; may it be done to me according to your word.” And the angel departed from her.

Annunciation
by Denise Levertov

We know the scene: the room, variously furnished,
almost always a lectern, a book; always
the tall lily.
            Arrived on solemn grandeur of great wings,
the angelic ambassador, standing or hovering,
whom she acknowledges, a guest.

But we are told of meek obedience. No one mentions
courage.
       The engendering Spirit
did not enter her without consent.
       God waited.

She was free
to accept or to refuse, choice
integral to humanness.

                        ____________________

Aren’t there annunciations
of one sort or another
in most lives?
         Some unwillingly
undertake great destinies,
enact them in sullen pride,
uncomprehending.
More often
those moments
            when roads of light and storm
            open from darkness in a man or woman,
are turned away from

in dread, in a wave of weakness, in despair
and with relief.
Ordinary lives continue.
                                    God does not smite them.
But the gates close, the pathway vanishes.

                        ____________________

She had been a child who played, ate, slept
like any other child–but unlike others,
wept only for pity, laughed
in joy not triumph.
Compassion and intelligence
fused in her, indivisible.

Called to a destiny more momentous
than any in all of Time,
she did not quail,
  only asked
a simple, ‘How can this be?’
and gravely, courteously,
took to heart the angel’s reply,
the astounding ministry she was offered:

to bear in her womb
Infinite weight and lightness; to carry
in hidden, finite inwardness,
nine months of Eternity; to contain
in slender vase of being,
the sum of power–
in narrow flesh,
the sum of light.
                                    Then bring to birth,
push out into air, a Man-child
needing, like any other,
milk and love–

but who was God.

This was the moment no one speaks of,
when she could still refuse.

A breath unbreathed,
                                    Spirit,
                                          suspended
                                                               waiting.

                        ____________________

She did not cry, ‘I cannot. I am not worthy,’
Nor, ‘I have not the strength.’
She did not submit with gritted teeth,
                                                            raging, coerced.
Bravest of all humans,
                                    consent illumined her.
The room filled with its light,
the lily glowed in it,
                                    and the iridescent wings.
Consent,
              courage unparalleled,
opened her utterly. 

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