And if I’m wrong about these being flowers, methinks that Jesus’ good mom will just smile all the same. Heaven, for which we hope in the present, is a long time to be able to learn about such things, and laugh about it should we be wrong in all of our ignorance here upon this earth. There is a certain freedom in being a little child. Guessing what’s a flower for Jesus’ good mom is good “enough” because good is simply always good:
When I put up such posts as this I often think of someone who complained to me on a number of occasions about “flowers” for, like, Mary. “What’s the damn point?” But it wasn’t a question; it was more like a rant. The more I tried to use the occasion to teach, the more condescending this person because, giving me a lecture about wasting people’s time. “Did you ever read any of these posts?” I asked. “No. Why bother?” was the response.
I guess it’s the kind of thing you don’t understand until you grab a flower and put it in a vase and bring it to church and put it in front of Mary and light a candle and say a prayer for the living and the dead. In leaving, you’ll notice something is different in your life.
The most practical thing in the world is to give a flower to the Immaculate Conception, and yes, it bears saying more than once. It’s worth doing more than once.