And how does this happen to me,
that the mother of my Lord should come to me?
For at the moment the sound of your greeting reached my ears,
the infant in my womb leaped for joy.
For at the moment the sound of your greeting reached my ears,
the infant in my womb leaped for joy.
Nine months before the birth of Jesus ,
March 25, we celebrate the Annunciation, when Mary
consented to be the Mother of God. At that time the Angel
Gabriel told her that “Your kinswoman Elizabeth
is now in her sixth month, for nothing is impossible for God.” So that puts the
birth of John the Baptist six months ahead of Jesus ’,
June 24. Between the two events, Saint Luke
tells us, Mary went to visit Elizabeth ,
and May 31 is a good time to do that.
The traditional explanation for her visit has been that she
went to assist her kinswoman. Since she would certainly not doubt the Angel ’s
word, she did not go to verify God’s word to her. But I think that misses the
point. She went to see the wonderful sign. If someone says, “Come see the
beautiful sunset!” I’m not going to say, “It’s beautiful, I’m sure, but I’ll
take your word for it.” If I am at all courteous, free, generous and naturally attracted
to beauty, I’ll get up see it. Mary surely had a
desire to see the wonderful sign of which the Angel
spoke.
This particular passage is the high
point of Saint Luke ’s infancy
narrative and every word, phrase and sentence is rich with meaning. Innumerable
homilies and sermons have addressed it; thousands if not millions of books draw
inspiration from it. A merely historical reading of the text insults its
pregnant mystery.
Even more often she appears in our private meditations as we
read the scriptures, intone the Angelus and recite the rosary.
If the Angel Gabriel
is the first angelic evangelist, Mary is the
first human evangelist, especially because she trusted that the Lord’s word to
her would be fulfilled. As she enters Elizabeth ’s
house she carries the undivided word of God in her mind and heart and womb. She
is filled with God.
We are fascinated by Mary because
she is Jesus ’ mother. if there is any doubt
about his humanity, she is there to tell us, “I bore him in my womb and nursed
him at my breast.”
In 1998 I arrived as pastor of an African-American Catholic church
in Louisiana . I was in many ways
The Lone Ranger, without family or friends. Or perhaps I was Melchizedek :
Without father, without mother,
without genealogy, having neither beginning of days nor end of life, but
resembling the Son of God, he remains a priest for ever. (Hebrews 7: 3)
The Catholic congregation greeted me warmly but I was a
stranger to them – until my mother arrived. Her friendly presence, her pride in
her son, her foolish attempts to say she was not prejudiced – all made me
somewhat more human to my people there. She seemed to open doors of
friendliness in the Church that I could never find.