Mary
I can’t help but be drawn into Mary’s story each Christmas and Easter. I think it has to do with having my own kids, and imagining the road she walked as Jesus’ mom.
I came upon this little reflection written by Edward J. Farrell, and it has captured my imagination today. Because Mary was human, just like us. But a human with the most extraordinary collision with the divine, ever.
Woman
Mom
Mary of rattling tea cups and homemade cookies
Mary of open door, open hearth, open heart
Queen of warmth and hospitality
Strong, fragile woman
Vulnerable, unshakeable woman
Believer in love, reality, people, God
Back stooped and ear bent in listening to life’s stories and to the giver of life
Stubborn fidelity to life in the face of death
Unflinching spirit that stares light into the darkness of the tomb
Heart that breaks and pours love over the thirsty earth
Missing her son when he is gone to another home
Looking up in the sudden expectancy of hearing his voice
Smiling wryly to herself and waiting
Waiting, gestating the kingdom once more
Growing in expectancy of second birth–this time her own
The moment of reunion rushes to meet her with open arms
And their laughter rocks the universe
Sending happy shock waves to echo in our dreams
Tugging our reluctant mouths into smiles of hope and anticipation
Amen, it will be so, Amen.
I would love to know what part of this, if any, sparks your thoughts.





