…like newborn infants, long for pure spiritual milk
so that through it you may grow into salvation…
—1 Peter 2:2
A woman’s worth is measured by the love she bears for the Child Jesus residing within the person nearest to her.
She is priceless who beholds Jesus in each and every child—who sees all humanity as a child.
For the Mother of God holds each and every human being as if each and every one of us is the Son of God.
May we all see that woman in our life.
And may we all encourage every woman we encounter to nurture this divine gift—a gift held within the immaculate core of each and every instance of Mary’s Immaculate Heart:
The dignity of being God’s beloved daughter.
Just yesterday morning, I saw such a woman in the bakery. She told me of her own mother’s recent death. She spoke so lovingly, so faithfully. Her face was aglow. I felt such joy, such happiness, such hope in the promise of eternal life.
She handed me a prayer card from the funeral parlor. And there atop the rear side of the card—on the corresponding back chamber of the image of Jesus’ Most Sacred Heart gracing the front—I saw the face of a small delicate woman. A ninety-two-year-old beautiful little girl.
A recent photograph, I was told. And yet, it was ageless:
The Wisdom of God.
The “uneducated” schooled in the school of the divine.
She told me how blessed she was to be able to see her mother before she passed away. She traveled from New Jersey out to California to be with her. She said there was so much love, the presence of family, so much peace. The grace of a peaceful death. But then my friend showed a moment of remorse. She was not there at the exact moment of her mother’s death. She was already on a plane heading back to New Jersey when her dear mother departed for our one shared eternal home.
I thought of the Cross. The shape written in the sky. The plane speeding across a blue sea of crisp unpolluted air, leaving in its wake a white horizontal beam—while her mother’s soul ascends up toward heaven, slicing through her daughter’s path and adding to the celestial landscape—the vertical post of Christ’s Sacred Sign.
Life and death. Birth and rebirth. Time and eternity. The crisscrossing of two worlds, one temporary and fleeting, the other permanent and eternal.
The Kingdom is at hand, it begins right here, it resides within you and me—and if we have any doubt, all we need to do is stare a little more at Jesus stretched out upon the Cross—where we also find His beautiful, faithful mother standing by His blessed feet.
Faith and hope. Love and more love.
My friend’s remorse was short and fleeting. Together we raised our eyes back up toward Christ.
We let the Christ in each of us seek once more the face of the Father.
More peace and joy than even before. It seemed as if we’d both begin to sing. We hugged instead. A full chorus in heaven accompanied us.
…I have stilled my soul…
Like a weaned child on its mother’s lap, so is my soul within me.