Holy Mary, Mother of my Lord…change the Hail Mary to Elizabeth’s words in the scriptures, if you are suffering scrupulosity about “Mother of God.” But really, talk to your priest friend about Mother of God—Theotokos—it is Christological and defeats a heresy about Christ.
Orthodoxy isn’t an answer if you have scrupulosity about Mary—you will be surrounded by icons of multiple images of her, and in the Divine Liturgy, you will sing a prayer repeatedly praising the Theotokos, higher than all the seraphim and cherubim, may she be praised for endless ages unto ages. You’ll just be going deeper into it. However, since Orthodoxy claims its liturgy is ancient and unchanged, then it is historical evidence of the practice of Marian devotion from the earliest times.
In Mass, what, there’s one or two mentions of her name in the EP2? (Asking for her and all the saints’ intercession) and maybe once more in the Confiteor, if you use that penitential rite. It seems to be uncommon nowadays.
Spirit-filled Christian to Spirit-filled Christian: you take great risks in utterly dividing Mary and the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit flies to the soul where Mary is loved, because He loves her too! I am Marian and charismatic and love it when these two movements started really coming together. There are four events to meditate upon: The Annunciation, when the Holy Spirit overshadows Mary and she conceives of the Holy Spirit—the infinite God Up There becomes the little, vulnerable Emmanuel—God With Us—with all kinds of New Creation and Ark meanings layered in there; the Visitation, when the Holy Spirit fills Elizabeth only after Mary speaks to her(!) and both praise and prophesy; the Presentation, where the Holy Spirit causes Simeon and Anna to prophesy upon seeing Joseph and Mary and the eight day old Christ child; and Pentecost!!! Mary and the Apostles and the disciples were gathered together praying together for nine days (novena!), and the promised Holy Spirit came upon them. You know the story! It is hard for us to truly perceive the greatness and rarity of the pre-Pentecost outpourings and overshadowings and filling-up of the Holy Spirit, because the Father and Jesus Christ hadn’t sent the Holy Spirit to all flesh yet! So we take it for granted, since we’ve always had the Spirit. It’s normal to us. It wasn’t normal back then. So, in prayer, getting ready, Mary was there, but probably not Elizabeth—she was old when she bore the Forerunner 33 years earlier—and definitely not Anna or Simeon, because they were elderly at Jesus’ infancy–so Mary was the ONLY person present who had personally previously experienced the presence of the Holy Spirit. “You guys, you’re gonna love this!” Whoosh!
I love Mary’s ecstatic, Spirit-filled, prophetic prayer, the Magnificat; I love Elizabeth’s Spirit-filled and –inspired praises of Mary; the Pentecostal, charismatic power of the Visitation that even makes fetuses dance in the womb—this is so beautiful! How can you be charismatic and ignore the greatness of this? My life scripture is from the Visitation—my name is Elizabeth Mary—Luke 1:41b: “Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit.” Hallelooooooooooojah!!! [OK, holy roller time out.]
I’m back. There’s a great statue of Mary that you would love, on the campus of the Franciscan University of Steubenville. It’s Mary in Spirit-filled ecstasy of praise, Mary of the Magnificat; she is looking up to the heavens, hands lifted up in the orans posture; joy on her face; like any pentecostal or charismatic. I wish they’d make little statues of that! It’s an image that you and I can really appreciate.
You call your mother on the phone because she’s alive on this earth. My mom died, so I envy you this opportunity. Don’t ever take it for granted. My mother had her human faults and sometimes I still find myself licking my wounds, fifteen years after her death, my goodness!; in the perfect motherhood of Mary, all my mother-issues are healed. In Jesus Christ’s name, in the power of the Holy Spirit, I can forgive (70 x 7 for each little wound) and love my mother more now than ever before (and be sorrowful for the ways I wounded and hurt her). Bringing Mary into my relationship with my (deceased) mother transformed that relationship…years after mom’s death.
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