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When all is lost, you still have Our Lady. She's refuge of sinners. I think she must have a company of sinners with her - a huge company in this vale of tears. People not completely cleansed - some who keep falling into sin, but also keep praying to her, maybe just lighting a candle. I think it was Anthony Bloom who wrote about the prostitute who kept a candle burning before the icon of Our Lady in her apartment - a sign of prayer which eventually saved her. I also seem to recall a myth about Our Lady going to hell to save sinners - or even setting hell free at the end of the world. I'm told some Orthodox subscribe to that notion. I don't know anything about that, although I believe what the Catholic Church teaches on hell - so I don't think too much about the myths.
Although, in a metaphorical sense, I can imagine something closer to reality - Our Lady descending into our misery - freeing sinners from their suffering. Years ago, before my return to the sacraments, I used to dream - daydream or hallucinate perhaps - that I saw Our Lady, always dressed as she was at Fatima, but I could never see her face. Her back was always to me. Sometimes she seemed to be a statue, appearing to turn towards me, as if someone was turning the base of the statue towards me, but she never turned enough for me to even see her face - perhaps just her hands folded in prayer. (I use that image frequently in my art.)
Anyway, I look back on that experience as a sign and a call. A sign that Our Lady was with me even when I was far away. I see it as an invitation to follow her, to strive to see her, and the only way was prayer - as she showed me by only revealing a glimpse of her hands folded in prayer.
Later, after I returned to the sacraments - I no longer tried to see her face - it wasn't necessary.
So anyway - never give up hope.
Now I'm old and I still have nothing except my confidence, my hope, in Our Lady of Mercy, Hope of the hopeless, who welcomes sinners and gives them refuge.