Unfathomable. Just unfathomable
Only a handful of genuine mystics and truly gifted spiritual masters have been able to comprehend the unfathomable mysteries of grief that overwhelmed the fairest creature of our race, Our Lady, as those Seven Swords of Sorrow were plunged through and through her Immaculate Heart.
We sin so casually, so thoughtlessly, so repeatedly, rarely giving a moment’s worth of a meditation to how our least Venial Sins caused Our Blessed Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ to suffer unspeakable horrors during His Passion and Death, horrors that penetrated the Immaculate Heart of His Most Blessed Mother as she, conceived without any stain of Original or Actual Sin, suffered in a perfect communion of Hearts with Him.
It cannot be that way with us from this day forward. We are on the cusp of Holy Week, ending now the first week in Passiontide, Passion Week. We must enter deep into the mysteries of our salvation, which was wrought for us by the perfect obedience of the Word made Flesh in Our Lady’s Virginal and Immaculate Womb to the Will of His Co-Equal and Co-Eternal Father. We must quit our sins once and for all, recognizing how they caused the God-Man and His Most Blessed Mother to suffer, how they wound our own souls, which have been purchased by the shedding of every single drop of the Divine Redeemer’s Most Precious Blood, and how they have brought great sorrow into the Heart out of which was formed Our Redeemer’s Most Sacred Heart. No more sin. No more joking about sin. No more dismissiveness about the gravity of sin. We must repent and amend our lives as the consecrated slaves of Our Blessed Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ through the Sorrowful and Immaculate Heart of Mary.
Our Lady brought forth her Divine Son painlessly and miraculously. She brought us forth in great pain as the adopted children of the Living God as she stood so valiantly by the foot of the Cross on Good Friday. She stands by the foot of her Divine Son’s Most Holy Cross in every true offering of the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass by a true bishop or a true priest. We must stand by her each day at Holy Mass as we make reparation for our sins and those of the whole world with every beat of our hearts, making sure as well to pray as many Rosaries each day as our states-in-life permit.
Today, March 18, 2016, is the thirty-fourth anniversary of the death of my mother, Mrs. Norma Florence Red Fox Droleskey, at the then-named Spohn Hospital in Corpus Christi, Texas, at the age of sixty-one years, twelve days from stomach and esophageal cancer. Please pray for her immortal soul.
My mother was born on March 6, 1921, in Kansas City, Missouri, as Maxine Coomer to a woman named Ruth Coomer, who put my mother and her twin brother, Max Coomer, up for adoption shortly after their birth. The twins were adopted by a vaudevillian and silent-film performer whose stage name was “Chief William Red Fox” (real name, William Humes) and his wife Maude, and that is when the children were named after The Chief’s siblings, Norma and Louis, who died in infancy. It is hard to believe that she has been dead for thirty-four years and that I am now three years, three months, twenty-three days older than she was when she died. How the years just fly by.
Eternal rest grant unto her, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon her. May her soul and all of the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen.
Today is also the anniversaries of the deaths of Father Daniel Johnson (2007) and Mrs. Theresa Colgan (2008).
Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. May their souls and all of the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen.
Ah, lest I forget, prayers are requested for one of my many legions of former friends who turns sixty-five today. I pray for each of the people God’s Holy Providence has placed in my life, praying especially for a good, happy reunion in eternity.
Our Lady of Sorrows, pray for us.
Saint Cyril of Jerusalem, pray for us.
