English
EspañolMary is the bosom of every human love.
The fact that the Virgin Mary was given to us as our Mother is not just a sentence made up of nice words that get carried away in the wind. It´s not a generic and anonymous abstract idea or a fictional piece of literature, sentimental but unreal, like an opera or a musical. Her motherly heart is a real mystery, fathomless and inexhaustible, in which the verb she conjugates now and always is the affective universe of love and its tenderness…this rings true for each of us. When she conceived Jesus, she became the mother of every human love and in particular of every person who loves. Why? Because she is the daughter of the Father, the mother of the Son, and the wife of the Holy Spirit. The Trinity´s most immense and complete love cast over one human being, a woman.
Text
“The treasury of Mary’s heart also contains the experiences of every family.” (The Joy of Love, n.30)
Commentary
Being aware that because the Virgin Mary is the mother amongst all mothers, she has a place for each of us in her heart is a profound comfort. “Place” is an insufficient word to express how knowing us and loving us as singular spouses, fathers, mothers, children, grandparents … the Mother of God still finds it in her heart to give us “a space and time” exclusively destined to us and the particular circumstances of our lives.
When we call her “our mother,” we are affirming her unparalleled maternal gaze upon each of us. We might not have been aware of this colossal and fascinating presence that her company, comfort, help, and preoccupation of each of us, in particular, has had in our lives. She also cares about each family, for she knows us and loves us as an “individual” spouse, father, mother, and child. The Virgin Mary is not an abstract idea of maternity; she is not a concept or doctrine. If we must speak properly, each of us can be in her presence and truthfully say: “My mother,” and as a whole, each family can say: “Our mother.”
We have all gone through the experience of being children and running to the lap of our mother with problems that seemed gigantic, and for reasons we couldn´t explain, she could fix those problems and pick us up again. Mary is still faithfully waiting for us when we forget and forsake her. She knows who and what we love, she knows what we busy ourselves with, she knows of our preoccupations and daily struggles. Therefore, it seems “smart” to continuously place our hopes and discouragement, joys and sorrows, under the shelter of her lap.
