The following Excerpt is from a sermon titled â€œMaryâ€™s Song,â€ preached Christmas morning 1865 at the Metropolitan Tabernacle in London.
This is a season when all men expect us to be joyous. We compliment each other with the desire that we may have a â€œMerry Christmas.â€
Some Christians who are a little squeamish, do not like the word â€œmerry.â€ It is a right good old Saxon word, having the joy of childhood and the mirth of manhood in it, it brings before oneâ€™s mind the old song of the waits, and the midnight peal of bells, the holly and the blazing log. I love it for its place in that most tender of all parables, where it is written, that, when the long-lost prodigal returned to his father safe and sound, â€œThey began to be merry.â€
This is the season when we are expected to be happy; and my heartâ€™s desire is, that in the highest and best sense, you who are believers may be â€œmerry.â€
Maryâ€™s heart was merry within her; but here was the mark of her joy, it was all holy merriment, it was every drop of it sacred mirth. It was not such merriment as worldlings will revel in to-day and to-morrow, but such merriment as the angels have around the throne, where they sing, â€œGlory to God in the highest,â€ while we sing â€œOn earth peace, goodwill towards men.â€
Such merry hearts have a continual feast. I want you, ye children of the bride-chamber, to possess to-day and to-morrow, yea, all your days, the high and consecrated bliss of Mary, that you may not only read her words, but use them for yourselves, ever experiencing their meaning: â€œMy soul doth magnify the Lord, and my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Savior
(The above was quoted on the blog of â€œPyroManiacsâ€)