Mary, clutching her baby son Jesus as old man Simeon prophesied that Jesus would be the cause of the rising and falling of many in Israel, and that a sword would pierce Mary’s own heart.
Mary, the refugee fleeing into Egypt in the middle of the night.
Mary, losing her son Jesus, realizing that three days had passed and he was not in the caravan leaving Jerusalem.
Mary, helpless to intervene or protect her son while He carried His cross.
Mary, at the foot of the cross, watching her son take His last breaths hanging from the cross.
Mary, caressing and embracing her dead son Jesus in her arms as they brought Him down from the cross.
Mary, burying her son Jesus as they rolled the stone in front of the tomb.
This was a new Mary I met. She was a woman who seemed to know deeply how to live faith courageously and steadfastly, especially in moments that were painful.
The more that I reflected on each of these life events, the more I reflected on whether I had experienced similar sorrows in my own life. The more that the story of Mary’s life became wrapped up with the story of my life, I came to realize that the Rosary is only a prayer insofar as I share myself with Mary, and let her share herself with me, and end the prayer by desiring to imitate the unfathomable trust and hope in the Lord that Mary chose to live.
Getting into the Rosary? Perhaps it’s nothing simpler than laying our life out before Mary, and asking her to show us how we can better love, better trust, better hope the way she did.
Copyright 2020 Andrew Fritz, C.S.C.
Images: (Seven Sorrows series) Artist unknown. Used with permission of the Marianites of Holy Cross; courtesy of Sr. Barbara Dupuis, MSC. (Rosary and Bible) Pixabay (2020)
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