"Are we prepared to promote conditions in which the living contact with God can be reestablished? For our lives today have become godless to the point of complete vacuity. God is no longer with us in the conscious sense of the word. He is denied, ignored, excluded from every claim to have a part in our daily life." - Alfred Delp, S.J.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
The Blessed Virgin
I know why she weeps.
When I was very little, I remember being dazzled by the Blessed Virgin, oohing and awing at her altar in every Catholic church I entered. Almost running to kneel at the communion rail to pray. I always visited Our Lady's altars in every church, even to this day I am moved to pray at her feet.
Last night I recalled my habit of kneeling at her altar every day after school upon my visit to the Blessed Sacrament; when I was in first grade, second grade - on through grade school. Once, in 7th grade, while praying at Our Lady's altar for my mom and dad - some kids yelled into the church, "Your father's a jailbird." One of the nuns heard them and shooed them away. Sr. Vivian didn't like me or my family, and never acknowledged me or the incident. Not long after, my mother was informed I wouldn't be eligible for admission to the 8th grade in that school, charitable scholarships weren't available, hence I had to enroll in public school.
Daily Mass and my visits to Our Lady's altar never ceased during 8th grade... But shortly after I began public high school, I stopped praying.
I reminded Our Lady of that last night as I sat in her chapel at ,my parish. I prayed for all the kids who are kept from her on account of the sins of their parents.
Oh how the thoughts of many hearts are laid bare before her... and that is why Our Lady weeps.