This morning at St. Mary’s, Father read the Gospel where Simeon told Mary that Jesus was “destined for the fall and rise of many” and that a sword would pierce her heart. On the way home, I asked Sister Mary Claire what that meant. She said it was a prophecy of the day Mary would stand at the foot of the Cross, watching her Son suffer and die. Her love was so deep that His pain became her own, and it pierced her heart like a sword.
Mini trotted proudly beside us, her little ears held high, looking as if she could guard us all the way home. Sister told me that because Mary’s sorrow was joined so closely to Jesus’ suffering, the Church calls her Our Lady of Sorrows. She said that title helps us remember Mary’s faithful love, even when her heart was breaking.
We walked the rest of the way quietly, and I tried to picture Mary at the Cross. It made me want to love her more, because she stayed near Jesus when almost everyone else had run away.
Evening Prayer
Dear Jesus, thank You for giving us Mary, Our Lady of Sorrows. Help me to remember how she stood with You in Your suffering, and how she understands my own little sorrows too. Keep me close to her pierced heart, and bless Sister and little Mini tonight. Amen.
Love,
Kathy
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