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MariaChristi
Guest
Dear Brothers and Sisters,
Did you ever marvel at the beauty of the Liturgical Year? It enables us, by God’s Grace to “re-live” each year – in an ever more profound way – the Life of Christ on this earth. From Advent at the beginning of the Church Year to the Feast of Christ the King at the end, it offers us so many opportunities to ponder the great Goodness of God to us.
This Sunday, we see on our calendars that most of us will be celebrating the Feast of “Corpus Christi” (Latin for “Body of Christ”). I’m not sure, but there may be some dioceses which keep this Feast on the Thursday after Trinity Sunday. Whenever it is celebrated it is for Catholics a glorious mystery of God’s Love in the Holy Eucharist.
For me, as I ponder the teachings of the Catholic Church, I am especially grateful for the Church’s continued devotion to Mary as Mother and example for us. I cannot separate the Mother of God from her Son Jesus in my prayer, and more and more am I unable to separate her from the Trinity – since she is united with each of the Persons in such a special way. Of course Mary is merely human – she is not a Divine Person; she is not God, nor does the Church worship her as we worship only God, but the Word of God proves True in Mary’s song: “All generations shall call me blessed”.
The Feast of Corpus Christi primarily celebrates the Miracle of God’s Love in remaining with us substantially, “Body, and Blood, Soul and Divinity”, in the Blessed Sacrament. It also needs to be remembered that Christ lives spiritually in each of us by the power of the Indwelling Trinity. The Church is in a real way “Corpus Christi” – Body of Christ – Head and Members. Mary did not give birth only to the Head but she gave birth in a spiritual way to all of us in the order of Grace – spiritually and truly, she is our Mother.
There is an old hymn which was in my mind and heart yesterday, and it remains today:
Did you ever marvel at the beauty of the Liturgical Year? It enables us, by God’s Grace to “re-live” each year – in an ever more profound way – the Life of Christ on this earth. From Advent at the beginning of the Church Year to the Feast of Christ the King at the end, it offers us so many opportunities to ponder the great Goodness of God to us.
This Sunday, we see on our calendars that most of us will be celebrating the Feast of “Corpus Christi” (Latin for “Body of Christ”). I’m not sure, but there may be some dioceses which keep this Feast on the Thursday after Trinity Sunday. Whenever it is celebrated it is for Catholics a glorious mystery of God’s Love in the Holy Eucharist.
For me, as I ponder the teachings of the Catholic Church, I am especially grateful for the Church’s continued devotion to Mary as Mother and example for us. I cannot separate the Mother of God from her Son Jesus in my prayer, and more and more am I unable to separate her from the Trinity – since she is united with each of the Persons in such a special way. Of course Mary is merely human – she is not a Divine Person; she is not God, nor does the Church worship her as we worship only God, but the Word of God proves True in Mary’s song: “All generations shall call me blessed”.
The Feast of Corpus Christi primarily celebrates the Miracle of God’s Love in remaining with us substantially, “Body, and Blood, Soul and Divinity”, in the Blessed Sacrament. It also needs to be remembered that Christ lives spiritually in each of us by the power of the Indwelling Trinity. The Church is in a real way “Corpus Christi” – Body of Christ – Head and Members. Mary did not give birth only to the Head but she gave birth in a spiritual way to all of us in the order of Grace – spiritually and truly, she is our Mother.
There is an old hymn which was in my mind and heart yesterday, and it remains today:
As I typed the words I thought of Our Lady of Guadalupe’s words to St. Juan Diego:Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ, what shall I ask of thee?
I do not ask for the wealth of earth,
Nor the things that fade and flee,
But, Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ,
This do I long to see,
The Bliss untold, which your arms enfold :
The Treasure upon your knee.
Am I not your mother? Are you not in the crossing of my arms?