All Conversations in My Heart
Tuesday, July 02, 2013
  Mother of us all
Blessed Mary is our spiritual Mother, made so in Christ's last will and testament, written in His blood from His Cross. Our perfect Saviour made, making sure we had everything necessary for our salvation. He left as it were no stone unturned and He made the final arrangements for our safety by giving us Blessed Mary's motherhood as our advocate and intercessor. He used as was His right, earned by His rite of Passion, to consecrate us to her Motherhood. How, then, should we both use and treat Her? I can only tell you from a very personal perspective what I know I have heard, seen and experienced.
It is a truth for me how much Mary has loved me and worked so hard to provide her protection and her defense. How much Blessed Mary and Her pleading before God not to reject men was done out of her maternal Love. I lived and still do many times a life of malice. Malice is a very apt description used by the Jesuits to describe sin. Malice the spiteful action of a little child as he or she rebels against the desires and instructions of their parents. Unfortunately I have sinned most maliciously and disgustingly. My life in the Church which God chose for me, such a great and gratuitous and loving favour, as the first step on the ladder of salvation was full of those who truly knew God through their vocations and place in life. I was well educated in the Catholic Faith, by parental example and teaching, by good priests and sisters. I truly as far as was possible due to my age and time of my life, knew Jesus proportionally. The older I got so did my knowledge. I grew to be an adult and although knowing what I knew, I made that dreadful decision, so many of us make, to pursue a life driven by the world's ugliness.
The most annoying thing was I could not no matter how I tried could not desert the Catholic Church. I could not say I do not need you or your grace. That was impossible. Often I dropped in to a church to say the Memorare and ask for help. I rarely missed mass, but was truly not present. I did catholic things and did very catholic actions. Suddenly I became very aware of Blessed Mary's tears for me. I experienced them in a way I could not rid myself of, no matter how I tried. In a huge rush, I began to know of her tears before God, motherly tears caused by an almost desperate love for my soul. I could have no doubts of all Mary had obtained for me, because Mary my mother told me of them, in no uncertain terms. Let me make you understand, because of my background in morals and ethics, I had no choice whatsoever, my debt to her was bigger than my worldly ego. I knew without a shadow of doubt I owed her big time for my eternal life. A debt secondly only to her Son's. I was reminded of how the Memorare had made me successful in ways I was not capable of. Then her Son entered the picture and I knew of how much He loved Her and what a rebellious rotten child I had been to her. He showed me my conceit. He showed me how He only had time for me because of Her. He showed me thise times when He could not look at me. He showed me the horror of my appearance, mitigated by My hiding behind His mother. I felt like something I cannot describe, that recognizing of the ignorance by which I treated her, made me feel. I asked for and received Her pleasure at my metanoia. I thanked her for calling me back. Never the called you the door was always open. This was true I never found a church door locked. It was your choice. Time and time again, for a while, the perfume of every flower ever blooming was given me and for many around me. Compunction beset me in the confessional and at mass and at every reading of the passion. I was a man who never shed tears and beware of bothering me. Poke me with a sharp stick and you lost your arm. All that changed, now my disgust is pointed at those who ridicule, disparage and act without the proper familial feelings towards Jesus and His Mother. I cannot but correct or criticize those who could have what I have if they would only recognize the complete and utter dependency we should have upon the advocacy of Jesus Christ and the intercession of Blessed Mary, His and our Mother.
To those of you outstanding a grace-filled catholics. you who are products of your own aggrandizement and imagination, if you could only know of the tears shed by Blessed Mary, her tiredness that arises from the malicious treatment of our somewhat perverse childishness towards the God who was Man who went through dreadful pains and torments by His Children. How much you would change. Blessed Mary as a mother grieves so much for the children lost through abortions. They are a love She has lost through no fault of her own. A love her Son lost upon the Cross, as He by His own admission was comforted by the thought of innocent children. A love lost by mothers never correcting and then who share in a deliberate act to loose creation when their children use mechanical means to deny God His due, all that adoration and filial love killed and wasted upon the ground by us.
Blessed Mary truly loves us and why do we not reciprocate?
Here once again as Shakespeare said, “Here's the rub”. Take this to your parish priest make him answer as Mary’s son by His affiliation to Christ in His vocation. Ask him can this be true? Ask him is it possible he hides this view of Mary His Mother from us? Let him teach you the importance in his life is Mary, the Mother of His God and his. I truly apologize for the inadequacy in my words in moving you to distress at all our actions and misdeeds in the lack of true reverence, adoration, piety and regret for our treatment of two glorious beings who love us even while we are distracted.

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