Mary, Mother of God
Mother of Sorrows, Ora Pro Nobis!
They say that suffering expands the soul to receive God. I found that hard to take.
Suffering by itself can drown the soul, deep into bitterness and spoil clear light of idealism into the vinegar of cynicism. We are fallen and half-blind; which is worse than complete blindness. The blind man believed the Messiah in faith; the rich young man, half seeing, not perceiving left his Lord and walked away sad.
Maybe if he had known that his soul's sorrow came not from the bitter choice but from leaving the Beloved; he might have tarried. Perhaps.
Aye, a little knowledge and an ill-instructed spirituality is a dangerous thing.
But this post is about hope. The strength to believe against all disbelief and unbelief.
What does Mary tell us about the night of her soul? That it's hope that expands the soul to grow big enough to carry the Cross and not lose sight of eternity.
Suffering without hope is a withered tree in the desert; hope without suffering is a cloud grasped in the fist of one's hand.
As Mary believed, so Mary hoped.
A mustard seed of Faith. A little phial of Hope. That is enough.
I like to contemplate her sorrows not through a dark well of tears but rather through her resilience to hope against all hope hopen.
At the prophesy of Simeon, she hoped.
During her harried journey into Egypt, she hoped.
At the loss of her child, through each excruciating day, she hoped.
Under the excruciating weight of the Cross, she hoped.
At the foot of the Cross, she hoped.
As she looked upon the face of her cold still child, she hoped.
When they took him away for the last time...she still hoped.
And Hope did not fail.
Mary, Mother of Sorrows
Mary, Mother of Hope. Ora Pro Nobis