In the beginning, there was a Word, a mystery that dwelled with the Father, shrouded in the annals of eternity. This Word was not just a fragment of divine whispers; it was life itself, vibrant and pulsating with the essence of the Almighty. The beloved disciples, who walked in the shadow of this great mystery, bore witness to this life. Their eyes had seen, their hands had touched, and their ears had heard the Word that had taken flesh.

In the quiet radiance of a promised dawn, a proclamation echoed through the ends of the earth, originating from the LORD Himself. It was a message of hope and redemption, specifically directed to Zion, the embodiment of God’s people. The Savior was coming, and with Him, the fulfillment of a long-awaited promise. This Savior, distinct and mighty, brought with Him rewards and recompense. He was the harbinger of a new era where those who followed Him would no longer be forsaken but would be known as the holy people, the redeemed of the LORD.

In the verdant hills of Judea, a scene of tender love unfolds. A young woman, her heart brimming with a secret joy, traverses the rugged landscapes with a grace that belies the urgency of her journey. She is Mary, carrying within her the promise of salvation. As she approaches the home of Elizabeth, her relative, the air itself seems to thrum with anticipation. Elizabeth, advanced in years and blessed unexpectedly with a child, awaits her.

In the lands where prophets once walked, a voice resounded with celestial joy. This voice belonged to one anointed by the spirit of the Lord GOD, sent to bring good news to the impoverished and to heal those with broken hearts. His mission was profound and divinely ordained – to proclaim liberty to captives, to release prisoners, and to herald a time of God’s favor. He reveled in the LORD’s grace, feeling his soul wrapped in the mantle of salvation and justice, as a bridegroom adorned in splendor, or a bride in her radiant jewels.