Everyone else sees a daffodil and praises God. I see the following and, having my heart ripped out of my chest, still praise God, and give the daffodil to the Immaculate Conception.
The Archbishop Secretary of the Congregation for Bishops brought me to a Handel’s Messiah concert having some 300 singers at the Paul VI Audience Hall back in the 1990s. I told him afterward that while all the glorious music was going on I was thinking of Haiti and Rwanda, to Auschwitz. He said, rather sharply: “Don’t do that! Just enjoy it!”
I tried to explain, failing, I think, that it’s all of a piece. It’s all one. If you sing about the redemption you have to do it from a perspective of us needing to be redeemed, and that makes the singing all the more beautiful.
If one gives a yellow daffodil to the Immaculate Conception, the good Jewish mom of Jesus, it’s still good to also carry the weight of the Shoah. She does. He does. It makes the giving of the yellow daffodil all the more appropriate and wonderful.