As we celebrate the Solemnity of Mary, the Mother of God today, I would like to relate a story of how I have recently taken Our Lady into my home.
In my post yesterday, I alluded to how I felt our Blessed Mother wanting to have more of a role in my life. She seemed to make this quite clear on Christmas Eve.
The story actually begins before Thanksgiving of this past year. I was at my parents' new home when my father out of the blue asked if my parish needed a statue of the Blessed Mother. I told him I didn't think they did, but was very curious as to why he was asking me this. It seems that since their move in September, the statue that was given to my parents on their wedding day 50 years ago has been riding around in my father's trunk! I explained to him that he needed to release Our Lady from this captivity and find an honorable place for her. I made the suggestion of making a Mary garden of sorts on their little terrace. He then proceeded to say he was worried about the Muslims. Now I was beginning to wonder if my dear father was having some sort of senior episode. I calmly explained to him that most Muslims have a healthy respect for Mary and that his fears were probably unfounded. He was having no part of any of this. My mother in the meantime, was not having any part of this conversation, but simply said they had no room for the statue.
I left their home that day without the statue of Our Lady hoping they would have a change of heart. My parents have never been much for practicing their faith. My Mom has at least started going to Sunday Mass when my grandfather, her father, died a year ago.
That brings us to Christmas Eve. I had my family at my home for dinner that night. My father once again asked me if I wanted Mary. I told him since he didn't see fit to remove her from his trunk, I would gladly take her. My mother wanted to know what I was going to do with her- where in my small apartment could I put her. I told her not to worry about it, that perhaps I could donate her to my parish, or maybe donate her to our retreat house where we hold our Rachel's Vineyard retreats.
As of right now, Our Lady stands next to my dresser in my bedroom. Since taking her in on Christmas Eve, I have begun to think about the history of this statue. It was blessed and given to my parents on their wedding day 50 years ago, but strangely enough, it never was in any of the homes they lived in; it remained in my grandparents' house until my grandfather died last year. Thinking about this, I really don't think I should give her away; she should stay in our family in some way.
I have been praying that if there is something else to be done with the statue that Our Lady or her Son will let me know. In the meantime, like St John, I behold my Mother and have taken her into my home. She is most welcome here and I pray she is happy here.
Like I said in my post yesterday, I feel that Mary is trying to guide me more in my spiritual life and in my relationship with her Son. Perhaps this is a very tangible sign from them both. I have heard Jesus interiorly, on a number of occasions, tell me to let His Mother help me. I think it is time I listened.