It seems to be pure synchronicity…
This image of the Mother of God of Czestochowa has been imprinted in my brain, I think, for years. I’m sure I must have seen it when I was younger at least once, but never paid it any mind. (I was not raised Catholic, however, and so it could not have been in a church setting if so…) Now how odd that it would appear in these circumstances!
God has put me in touch with some of the most incredible people in this last year. A boy in my CCD class I was introduced to one night during a Youth Mass by a Dominican nun who was speaking to his family. His mother’s strong accent struck me. Later on, I would talk to him some more. His mother, I discovered, had quite a story: She was raised in Communist Poland as an atheist; her grandmother helped her enter into the Church against her family’s wishes. This gave her a grounding in faith, and though she’d risk her life many times for Christ in the time following, she still was searching in many respects. She went to shamans and gurus, experienced mystical affirmations from Christ, and finally began to reclaim the Catholic Church as her treasure: most especially the holy Eucharist. She in the course of her life, being a superb singer, has performed for the Great Pope John Paul II twice. She ranks him as the most amazing man she’s ever encountered. “He makes you feel like you are the most incredible person in the world!”
I became unbelievably close to this family shortly after, mainly though my friendship of Julian, her son. The mother, Ms. Liliana, refers to me as her fourth son and never hesitates to welcome me “home” each time I go to visit or stay (which is frequent).
We have discussed many topics. What was interesting is that I was reading a book by a former mentor of hers and something struck me. It was talking about the Black Madonna’s appearance in response to the at times shadowless, inhuman portrayals of the Blessed Virgin–especially during the Middle Ages. Whenever this exaggerated devotion to her took place, it said, the inevitable result would happen: the shadow (that is, the feminine dark side) denied in the Blessed Virgin would be projected onto women at large and witch hunts would ensue. The alternative was that iconographic depictions of the Black Madonna, which portrayed Mary in manner after the Earth Goddess and made her humanity and accessibility apparent, would appear.
I didn’t mention this until later. I was wondering a question I now feel is answered for me: How best to see Our Blessed Mother in all her humanity and versatility, rather than only as a distant and shadowless (and thus inhuman) religious concept? I now have found the answer, and it is a simple one. It is one, also, that each should discover on their own.
As Ms. Liliana and I discussed this, God in a subtle way disclosed the solution to me. When I mentioned the love I had of the Black Madonna, as she represented to me Mary in all her humanity and earthliness, she could only smile.
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