Last Day of May – Good News for May 31

31 05 2010

Luke 1:39-56

Mary set out and traveled to the hill country in haste to a town of Judah, where she entered the house of Zechariah and greeted Elizabeth. When Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the infant leaped in her womb, and Elizabeth, filled with the Holy Spirit, cried out in a loud voice and said, “Most blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb. And how does this happen to me, that the mother of my Lord should come to me? For at the moment the sound of your greeting reached my ears, the infant in my womb leaped for joy. Blessed are you who believed that what was spoken to you by the Lord would be fulfilled.”

And Mary said, “My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord; my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for he has looked with favor on his lowly servant. From this day all generations will call me blessed: the Almighty has done great things for me, and holy is his Name. He has mercy on those who fear him in every generation. He has shown the strength of his arm, he has scattered the proud in their conceit. He has cast down the mighty from their thrones, and has lifted up the lowly. He has filled the hungry with good things, and the rich he has sent away empty. He has come to the help of his servant Israel for he has remembered his promise of mercy, the promise he made to our fathers, to Abraham and his children for ever.”

Mary remained with her about three months and then returned to her home.

The Daily Path: In the 16th century, Catholics in Italy began to hold devotions to Mary, the Blessed Mother of Jesus, during the month of May. I learned of this as a first grader attending St. Joseph’s Elementary School. Each day in May we would bring flowers from our gardens for placement around a statue of Mary. This seemed very appropriate as who among us would not wish to honor our mother? Especially young children not that far removed from their own mother’s womb.

Some of the flowers would be ornate arrangements and carefully wrapped in tissue paper, while others looked to be picked on the way to school and hastily packaged in crinkled aluminum foil. The amazing thing was that regardless of the presentation or state of these little offerings, great pride was evident on the faces of all my classmates. This was a very big deal for us. The intent was so pure. From the toughest kid to the wimpiest. Rich or poor. It didn’t matter. We all wanted to honor Mary.

I wonder how many of us still recall those days? And how many still hold the desire to honor the Blessed Mother of the Christ?