The above is an example from past years of the fantastical lilies growing on the path up to Holy Souls Hermitage. There were heaps of them exploding into bloom this year, but by the I got there (what with such hectic hectic days being upon me) this bit of withered bloom is all I found, shrunk to 1/10th its normal size:
So, I was a bit late to pick a flower for the Immaculate Conception on her feast of the Assumption. But, better late than never. I’m sure she appreciates that I tried and was devastated to see all that was left was this. What was really cool is that, just a couple of hundred yards from the hermitage, I was finally able to catch up with a possible future seminarian at the request of our great Judicial Vicar. We had a four hour chat which I thoroughly enjoyed. More to come. Just before this I was able to clean up the hermitage a bit more and shoot off some rounds. Some outrageous words on the Assumption are in order:
Some reactionaries think that our Lady could not possibly have actually died since dying is a result of original sin and, as we know from Genesis 3:15 and Luke 1:28, she was free from the sin of Adam. We could just bring East (she did die) and West (maybe she died) by citing Saint Paul about those who are still alive when our Lord comes again, that they will caught up and changed in the twinkling of an eye. See 1 Cor 15:51-53. That should be enough.
But I’m always willing to absolutely outrageous on behalf of our Lady, and so offer this: our Lady did die, not because she was subject to the effects of original sin, but because she wasn’t. Ha ha!
Here’s the deal and I’m just guessing here, but: When our Lord in the agony in Gethsemane took on the punishment of all of us sinners from Adam until the last man is conceived, He sweat great drops of blood, medically possible if this is pushed by such a massive heart attack that the outside of the heart, the pericardium, breaks, the blood flows and separates so that if, by the next day, a sword should pierce His side, out would flow blood and water.
Our Lady’s heart would be pierced with a sword of sorrow. I think this is quite literal, and that she suffered the same heart attack out of sorrow as did our Lord, a heart attack which can hardly be survived for all too long. She allowed herself to stand under the cross and behold our Lord, her Son, and she understood what she saw, for the precise reason that she had purity of heart and agility of soul and clarity of vision such that we could never even hardly begin to have. The most immaculate human could not withstand the weight of the glory of God without being sundered. And she was.
John took her into his care. Not for long. He would soon enough be imprisoned. I think our Lady died pretty quickly, perhaps after speaking with Luke and Paul in what is now western Turkey.
Such a good mother have we, she who shared in our Lord’s Passion and who, like Him, is to be brought soul and body to heaven where their wounds are glorified.
Thank you Jesus. Thank you, Mother Mary.