Saturday, February 1, 2020

Blessed to All


How blessed and pure she was, sinless in God’s eyes.  There can be no room for sin when you are “full of grace”. “And all generations will call me Blessed”, she cries with joy to her cousin Elizabeth. Yes, all will call her blessed.

 A beautiful woman who said “Yes” for all mankind, and then with that trust and humility in her God, lived a life as the Mother of the Savior of the world.  “And Mary kept all these things reflecting on them in her heart”

Saint Alphonsus Liguori says, that the most holy Virgin saw her Son in the crib of Bethlehem, and believed Him the Creator of the world.

She saw Him born and believed Him eternal, she saw Him poor and in need of food, and believed Him the Lord of the universe. She heard Him weep, and believed Him the joy of Paradise.

 And yes, she saw Him in death, despised and crucified, and, although faith wavered in others, Mary remained firm in the belief that He was God. Yes "Mary stood, supported by her faith."

Her faith is the pillar of strength that when we imitate her, becomes our strength as well. And that strength provides the stepping stones to receive all the other virtues of our Blessed Mother, that model of perfection.

So many times, God asks each of us to "cast out into the deep", enter the unknown, just like He did with Mary. These are challenges, and these challenges, when accepted, imitate Mary’s trust, Mary’s unshakable faith, moving us forward knowing that He is with us every step of our journey.

Mary carried Jesus within her body, the first Tabernacle.  Our own body and soul, when prepared, can receive Jesus as the Living Waters, needed to refresh and nourish us for our journey.  

Today, let us thank God for all He has done in our lives and for all that He has blessed us with, and for that he will wants to do if we allow him to live in our heart.

Mary, our Blessed Mother, Queen of Heaven and earth, pray for us to be imitators of your virtues.


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