Since Mary is the only human being (other than Jesus) who never sinned, and who used her free will to cooperate with God completely, obviously she deserves the highest honor. Adam and Eve had all the advantages, and they fell. Mary never fell, over the whole of a long and stressful life.
(And yes, of course she was tempted. But she was tempted like Adam and Eve were tempted back in the Garden – she could probably deal with temptation more rationally, with more cooperation between her body and soul than we do; because she had no concupiscence from original sin.)
The rest of us are sinners. Compared to Mary, we are hot messes. That doesn’t mean we don’t do cool things.
Since Mary is Jesus’ mom and Queen Mother, obviously she is highest in honor.
Mary was the world’s first church mom, helping out the Apostles and disciples, looking after the youngest Apostle, John, and being there from the Last Supper to the first Pentecost. Mary was the first Christian hymnwriter. Obviously she deserves high honor for her church work, too. It wasn’t just “standing around.”
I could blah blah for hours about this, but why? Am I supposed to complain because I can never have Abraham’s place, being that I wasn’t born 4000 years ago as a guy? How is that unjust?
Would I want to be Abraham? Would I want to be a man in the first place?
No! Of course not! I want to be myself!
I want my crown, not somebody else’s. I want my white robe, not St. Simeon Stylite’s. And I don’t have any desire to be Jesus’ mommy, either.
(Except, you know, me as a saint who lives forever in bliss. Looking forward to what the afterlife has instead of research libraries, and the exciting new music of the heavenly choirs. Not super-interested in the “huge clusters of grapes in the new earth that’s like Eden” thing, but it’s a thing for some.)
(Some of you are probably looking forward to playing heavy metal kitharas. You know who you are.)
Anyway, the point is that all of us who go to Heaven and are spared from the second death (hopefully including me!) will each individually have all the honor and glory we can possibly have, plus a heaping helping more.
“And I will give him a white tally stone, and on the stone a new name will be written, which no man knows except the one who receives it.” (Rev. 2:17)
See? Every one of us will get our own individual gift of God’s intimate love. So why should we want more?