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What a Beautiful experience. And yes it makes perfect sense. I wish everyone could understand this. This is what she is to a T. All i can say is the Holy Spirit sure took over this thread. Call me crazy, But Grace is sure getting through. thankyouI don’t know if anyone actually reads these, but I had a while to chew on this subject last night. I knew that what I did as a Christian, as a Catholic, was wholly in the right. It is my firm conviction. But I kept thinking to myself again and again, “Are there words? Or does one simply have to experience this whole thing for one’s self?”
Last night, I screwed up bigtime–as I so often do. I as a Protestant made the mistake of thinking that I needed to give God some “cool down” time before I ran to him. Not because I felt like I couldn’t go to him, but because I felt like it was hypocritical to sin knowing God’s love is endless and he’d just take me back anyway. That’s the definition of taking advantage of someone. But I, perfectionist as I am, am working on accepting grace fully.
Last night, I knelt down, and I began crying–not for “Catholic guilt,” as they say, but because I was truly sorry for my repeated offense. I… wanted forgiveness but also a desire to stop. As I knelt and cried, I suddenly realized I was praying. “Hail, Holy Queen, Mother of Mercy, our life, our sweetness and our hope. To thee do we cry…” My eyes closed, I did what I do so often: I saw myself, a little child, blood covering my hands, and Mother Mary holding me her white robes all messied by my hands. But she didn’t care… She just rocked me and wiped my tears, and smiled, saying, “Do not be afraid”, again and again. Then she set me down, took me by the hand and led me to Christ. He knelt down, eyes overflowing, just picked me up, and held me so I could hear his Heart’s beat, while our Mother just stood to his side and smiled.
I was still praying, I realized all of a sudden. “Our Father, who art in heaven…” Jesus is anything but unapproachable in my mind. He endured the Cross out of love, not dutiful obligation. When I see him in my mind’s eye, imperfect image as it is, I see him smiling, gentle, ready to take his child into his arms. So why Mary, too, then? I guess, knowing that she IS my Mother, it’s natural to see myself in her arms. I love her. I’m sorry if that’s “wrong,” but I love her and have a relationship with her–however undeveloped. And when one realizes that she knows full well that our sins crucified her only son, that we caused his agony, and yet smiles that incredible, unbelievable smile and gently whispers, “I love you,” well, that’s God’s love shining through her. In her arms, I experience the love of Christ. True Love finds its source in God, and Mary radiates with the Father’s love and compassion. She shows it to us, helps us experience it. To see her is to see in a dazzling mirror God’s mercy. **What we love in Mary, we love for it finds its origins in God the Father. **Here on earth, we experience this to a degree. We see godly people who are filled with joy and compassion and see God in them and thus begin to love them back. If Mary really is the perfect disciple, the “handmaid of the Lord” who is constantly giving her Yes to God, then it’s natural to love her–we love love, and God IS love.
It’s more than “giving credit where credit is due.” It’s seeing what we as humans have to potential to be.
Christ is always shining brilliantly in our obedience, and to encounter his love in his saints, and in the Blessed Mother in particular, is just one way of experience him. We grow to love him for it, and appreciate our extended family. To love Mary all the more, is to love Christ in her all the more.
It’s never an either/or deal. Christ or Mary. **“Wherever there is goodness–wherever there is love–that is God.” We do not fear to love the godly here on earth for their christliness, do we? Neither do Catholics fear loving the saints in heaven for theirs. **
Hope this makes sense.
Peace
