For me, personally, it’s in my heart. It’s not a word, it’s not an action. It’s a choice made in my heart, to honor properly the mother of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Even though I didn’t have much catechesis growing up as a Catholic, I never once even considered that we were worshipping Mary. Instead, we’re honoring her, respecting her. Jesus Christ is God, and He walked on Earth as Mary’s son and our Savior at the same time, our God. As I respect and honor the mothers of my best friends, even differently than I honor or respect other mothers with no relationship to me, I honor and respect Mary, the mother of my very best Friend, the one and only who can save me, a lowly sinner. I want to be more like her. I would love to decrease myself so fully that I can only be filled with the Goodness afforded Mary, short only of becoming completely and utterly consumed by God.
Mary carried Jesus in her womb! In her body! Who else on earth was closer to Him than her? No one. She was chosen by God, to carry God, to be the mother of our Savior. She can’t be our Savior, but her Son is.
I pray to Mary (because I can’t call her on the phone) to help me, to give me strength, to honor her and thank her. I pray to God, to the Father, Son and Holy Spirit, to help me, to give me strength, to honor Him and thank Him, to bless Him, to praise Him. The difference may not be visible outwardly, but it is inwardly, in my heart and soul.
I truly hope that people can tell the difference between Hail Holy Queen and the Lord’s Prayer. One was instituted by Christ Himself; the other was written in this world. There is nothing wrong with scripted prayers, whether to God, to Mary, or to a saint. If I send a form letter or the same words in a phone call to all my friends asking for their prayers and help, that’s fine. If I use different emails to each of them, that’s fine, too. The Hail Holy Queen, to me, is asking the Blessed Mother to pray for me and us.
Sure, Hail Holy Queen is full of flowery and beautiful language. The Pope, the Dalai Lama, and Gandhi will likely have different titles or eulogies than I do/will, too. We’re all God’s children, and loved by Him. But their accomplishments are a bit different than mine, and inspire different words.
