The Queen of Heaven and Earth ~ Mary Most Holy and Immaculate Mother of God


published on   September 11, 2014

written by PAUL JOSEPH C.

Tonight, I'm writing under the inspiration of a full Moon. Its white light falls on my window sills like the pure snow of a mid-summer night. The sky is dressed in a bright-blue veil and the crickets sing praises to this miracle of mystery. A few miles away

Maria Divine Mercy, Virgin Mary, Holy, Mother, God, Jesus Christ, Moon, Immaculate, Conception

onight, I'm writing under the inspiration of a full Moon. Its white light falls on my window sills like the pure snow of a mid-summer night. The sky is dressed in a bright-blue veil and the crickets sing praises to this miracle of mystery. A few miles away, silent rattle snakes draw waves of desert-sand in search of preys and under the sounds of some wolves, which are howling to that white circle of light above.

The only creatures who seem to be unaware of this marvel minted from God's idyllic dream are God's very favorite creatures: human beings.
The light of the moon is not as entertaining as the one emanated by a flat TV screen, projecting the images of a bloody crime scene while drinking a Bloody Mary. The chirping of crickets dancing on the breeze is suffocated by the thundering uproar of blurry sloshed people cramped inside a dark cavern in the bizarre pursuit of debauchery. And the wolves howling love songs to their beloved mother Moon remain an invisible mirage lost in the night deserts of the east.
And once the lights of the city, of its night clubs, of its traffic-jams and of its skyscrapers go to sleep, so do the rich, the poor, the drunk, the sober, the faithful husband and the unfaithful wife living in that same town.

Silence finally descends.

It is in that juncture of dark stillness between the night city lights and the dawn sun rays that mystics, poets, painters, astronomers, writers, philosophers, inventors, explorers and dreamers would contemplate on the inexplicable face of their guiding companion which, reflecting the Sun's light, shines in the middle of her blue dress. The rock guiding the lost sailors in the darkness of a tempest is the woman who, dressed in the sun, comes to us at the end of the Book of Revelation: the Mother of God, Mary Most Holy.

Like the Moon, Her glow is the very reflection of Her Son's Rays of Eternal Glory. This silent and humble servant is sought by those who wish to see both at day and at night.
How could we begin to describe this Most Noble Queen whose holy feet graced the ground of the earth below? This girl lived among us as the most perfect creature and as the connecting link between the Old Testament and the New Testament. She was the very first and the very perfect Christian before Christ's conception was ever announced to Her by the glorious Archangel Gabriel.
It was at the unwrapping of this Holy Paper that the Gift of Eternal Life became the joy of the children of all generations. The birth She Gave on that 'silent night' and in the stench of a stable was not witnessed by the blind men and women in pursuit of this world's decadence a half mile away. These average people did not know that their King Had Come to save them that night. They did not know that same night will forever change time and history by establishing the year 'Zero'.
The painful delivery of Our Lady divided all ages into BC and AD, rendering Her the very bridge between two eras and representing 'The End of The Old' and 'The Beginning of The New'. It is no fruit of mere coincidence that Our Woman is God's Revenge over the Serpent in the Book of Genesis and God's Crowned Mother in the Book of Revelation. Picked by the providential Hand of the Almighty amidst billions of daisies under the Eden's heavens, this Mystical Rose was to be the new Eve: unlike Adam's spouse, She will not fall for the seduction of the same serpent who murdered humanity into sin but will triumph atop the endless spirals of perpetual glory in full dominion over Satan's Kingdom of Bottomless Doom.

In the presence of all the angels of Paradise, the Triune Creator of all seen and unseen was to accomplish the making of His Masterpiece: for six days Heaven was given the unmerited grace to admire God Create the equivalent of all that was made between the very foundations of the world and the first instant of composing this Immaculate Symphony.
Nothing in creation could have been more beautiful and perfect than the soul of this woman who was destined to simultaneously be God's Daughter and God's Mother in the form of a most pure servant. Venerable Fulton Sheen once said that the Crucifixion of our Lord was a wedding: the union of God and His Church through the Son and His Mother on Mt. Golgotha. We might dare to say, then, it was in the Annunciation that God Proposed to Her by sending His Holy Archangel Gabriel to kneel in front of the soon-to-be Spouse; and after the angel asked Her if She would accept God's Love to enter Her womb, Our Lady said "Yes" in the same way every other woman who ever lived under the heavens has said when accepting a man's engagement ring.
This Immaculate girl was to paint Christ's Perfect humanity with Her own skin tone, Her own hair and Her own eye-color without the mere understanding of God's ungraspable plan of Divine Mystery. Her intact purity of flesh greatly surpassed the cleanliness of the waters which sprung from the mountain peaks of this world. And the light of Her womb would far exceed the light of a thousand sunrises before her birth and of a thousand sunsets after Her Assumption into unceasing Glory.

Have we looked at that Moon wrapped in the blue vests of the night sky? So perfect She Is as to resemble a Holy Eucharist emanating light amidst the darkness of this world. This is because the Most Holy Flesh and Blood of Our Lord came from Her own sacred Body: the Temple in whom God found nourishment for nine months and thirty-three years.
The Blood we drink and the Flesh we eat at Holy Communion come from Her.

She is the Spring and Christ is the River of Life.
She is the Tabernacle and Christ is the Substance.
She is the Temple and Christ is the Verb Made Flesh.

Maria Divine Mercy, Mary, Holy, Virgin, Mother, God, statue, night, moon, Immaculate, ConceptionThe Divinity of Her Son is so incomprehensible as to blind all human beings to His burning rays of Splendor; and so infinite is God's Might as to render all eyes powerless, just as they are during the impossible task of staring into the Sun while painfully watering. Only two eyes have been able to rest their stare unto those glorious rays since the fall of Adam and up until now: these are Mary's windows to Her perfect soul. Just like the Moon, She is wanting to share with us Her Son's light like a mirror whose role is to faithfully reflect Her Baby's Face for our sinful hearts to admire. How could have we seen His Human Face if this woman had not accepted to grant unto God Her own humanity which He, Himself, Created to begin with? How could have Christ preached perfectly if no perfect human attributes were borrowed from Her through Her permission? How could have Christ Saved us from eternal damnation as a pure sacrifice if He had not been dressed by the pure flesh He inherited from Her?
God Made this creature so that the gift of salvation may come through Her and yet, so many of us fail to recognize this Lady as part of this gift. Have you ever received a birthday gift without wrapping paper? Isn't the paper a big part of what makes a gift a joyful surprise? And when we open the gift, do we quickly throw away the paper and forget to thank the giver?
If Our Lord's survival depended on the milk of Mary's breasts, wouldn't we think that we too are in need of that same love? If God Gave to Himself Mary to be His Mother, shouldn't we desire to share the same mom who raised Our Savior? And lastly, if Mary was at the foot of the cross while Our Redeemer was Dying, shouldn't we want Her to be with us at the time of our death?

If we ought to imitate our elder Brother, Jesus Christ, we must strive to do all that He Did from the beginning to the end of His life on Earth.
And if God Almighty came forth from the womb of this Mystical Rose, who are we not to venerate Her as the door through whom He entered our hearts. She raised Him with all the love She had in her soul – a love She had for God, the Father Almighty, Creator of Heaven and Earth. And since the Father trusted this most sublime soul to carry and raise His Only Begotten and Most Perfect Son, wouldn't He blindly trust Her to instruct and raise the poor useless sinners that we are?
This Mother of most pure and Immaculate nature offered Herself unto God and willingly accepted the predestined fate of Her heart, which being Joyful as Her Son walked the earth, turned into a Sorrowful One by the end of Her Son's Passion. Seven were the sorrows which perforated Her sinless soul like the iron spades that those Roman Soldiers held while laughing at this naked King.
Framed by Her blood-stained veil, Her face remained motionless at the view of Her Son's agony, while Her pure inner substance swallowed the unfathomably poisonous pain of witnessing man's darkness render Her Holy Baby its own brutally disfigured Victim. During those endless hours of darkness, there wasn't one instant in which Her eyes moved away from that nailed Redemptive Work suspended between men and their Heavenly Father. While some laughed and others wept, it was in Her silent and still stare from below the cross that she mirrored Her Father's silent and still stare from above. Even in that pain She remained completely selfless: unlike the others, never once She thought of herself. Never once She wondered what it will be for Her without Christ on earth. Never once She had pity over Herself for given loss and never once She thought of such as an unfair resolution.
She accepted all of God's mysterious ways in fashions most contrary to our stubborn nature. She allowed the Almighty to make use of Her as a slave in complete submission and service to His Will – always and only. And while always remembering to put God first (therefore, putting all other brothers and sisters first as well) She forgot one person: Herself.

Maria Divine Mercy, MDM, Virgin Mary, Mother of God, Jesus, Holy, Immaculate, Conception, Queen, Rosary

My dear friends: we must learn from Her how to know, love and serve God. Who, better than her, can teach us?
Therefore, our words are the same of all those who came before us. Those words are the same She prophesied long ago when, being in the presence of Elizabeth, She said: "All generations will call me Blessed". And so we say:

~ Hail Mary, full of Grace, the Lord Is with thee. Blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed Is the Fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us, sinners, now. And at the hour of our death.

Amen ~

In gratitude for such Gift, we thank Our Father in Heaven by saying:

~ Father, you prepared the Virgin Mary to be the worthy mother of your Son. You let her share beforehand in the salvation Christ would bring by his death, and kept her sinless from the first moment of her conception. Help us by her prayers to live in your presence without sin. We ask this through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever.

Amen ~



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