Friday, September 05, 2014
A friend of mine was sharing with me about a realization he had. "My mother was emotionally unavailable, and I noticed that everywhere I go, I tend to be looking for someone to substitute the love I missed. Even the Blessed Virgin Mary seemed for me a substitute for the love of my mother, until one day it hit me: Mary is my mother! She is not a substitute! She is my mother! And she is caring, attentive, kind, gentle, and loving! She's not a substitute for my mom. She is my spiritual mother!"
What my friend shared helped me to realize too that, often times, I look at Marian devotion as something for folks who missed out on a maternal relationship like John Paul II, whose mother died when he was young. But this makes Mary a second class mother when in fact she is a real and true mother to all who believe in Jesus. We only need to look at John 19 and Revelation 12 to see that this is true.
May we fly to the patronage of our Mother Mary without shame and without feeling that she is somehow only a substitute mom.
Holy Mary, mother of God and our mother, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
Thursday, August 14, 2014
About 17 or 18 years ago when I was a freshman at George Mason University, I wasn't quite yet convinced about my Catholic faith. I would go to mass at the Catholic campus ministry, but I felt that something was missing.
Despite my regular attendance, it didn't seem like anybody noticed me. One particular Sunday evening when I went to mass, I had this heaviness on my heart. I thought, "Why do I even come here? No one seems to care whether I show up or not."
After mass, God stepped in. A senior, the student campus minister that year by the name of Melissa, took a moment to smile at me. She then said to me five words that changed my life (or four words if you count contractions as just one word). It was nothing profound. In fact, it's the mere simplicity of what she said that makes it so memorable to this day.
"What was it that she said?" you may ask. She simply said, "I'm glad you came."
It's taken me the 17 or 18 years to realize how important those words were at that time in my life. You see, I wasn't a convinced Catholic at the time. I was questioning why I was coming to mass. I didn't see anybody caring that I was around. And one person showed that they cared. That one simple act, those five simple words were an answer to my heaviness. I left feeling much lighter and feeling as though I belonged.
Had it not been for those five simple words, I might not have continued to attend mass and eventually discover the depths of my Catholic faith. I might have never heard God calling me into relationship with him and to the religious life and to the priesthood.
I'm not sure whether Melissa knew that I was struggling that evening. Perhaps something told her that I needed a word of kindness. But with all of the talk today about people struggling with depression and the tragic news about Robin Williams, it may help us to remember how a simple word here or there can change someone's life for the better.
So, if we happen to see someone struggling, perhaps we can say six simple words to let them know that we care. Those six words are simply, "I'm glad you're here."