Saturday of Our Lady

Consider the sighs which burst from Mary's sad heart when she saw her beloved Jesus laid within the tomb. What grief was hers when she saw the stone lifted to cover that sacred tomb! She gazed for the last time on that lifeless body of her Son, and could scarcely detach  her eyes from those gaping wounds. And  when the great stone was rolled to  the door of the sepulchure , oh, then, indeed, her heart seemed torn from her body.

Peace be with you!
Rosemarie, ocds

Saturday of Our Lady

Photo: R. Massaro
Our Lady Queen of Peace Church, Grafton, Ohio

At the dawn of creation the eyes of God rested with satisfaction on the universe he had created. At a second moment he looked with pleasure on the soul of Mary as he was about to recreate a fallen world. So fresh, unsullied, so unsurpassingly beautiful she was. He smiled on the loveliest creature that his creative love had fashioned; he saw that she was good.

Her soul was a meeting-place. Here was goodness, for she was full of grace; here was beauty, for she was all-beautiful; here was truth, for here was the Word in her womb, the source of all truth. No wonder he found delight in her.
An excerpt from Pilgrims with Mary by John Moloney PP






Peace be with you!
Rosemarie, ocds