Rhododendron calendulaceum, that’s what these are surely, something to do with being all aflame. I put this up simply to give it to the Immaculate Conception. That’s it. That’s enough! You see, I think I’m too clever in giving such flowers to the Immaculate Mother of God, you know, always with some clever thought. In the days of yore, when the Holy Roman and Universal Inquisition was going full steam, or should we say, fully aflame, I might just have been burned at the stake for always being so insightful (at least in my own mind). Here’s the deal: the most exciting, enthralling, far-reaching, stabilizing in reality realization is that the living Truth of God is ever ancient, ever new, and shuns novelty as that which is disgustingly self-referential, empty and dumbed-down, so that the best thing one can do is to be stripped of all pretense to novelty and insight, even at the threat of being burned at the stake, so that we might be beneficiaries of Saint Paul’s epic prayer, the Love of God which is the Living Truth being set aflame in us like a great conflagration:
“I kneel before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth is named, that he may grant you in accord with the riches of his glory to be strengthened with power through his Spirit in the inner self, and that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; that you, rooted and grounded in love, may have strength to comprehend with all the holy ones what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, so that you may be filled with all the fullness of God” (Ephesians 3:14-19).
In giving such flowers to our Lady, we ask her that we might be aflame with the love of her Divine Son, who loves us so very much.