Hail Mary, full of grace
At a Lenten overnight retreat with 65 adolescent girls.
The Lord is with thee
Yoga pants, push up bras, still trying to make sense of their bodies and their souls, clear skinned and broken complexioned, immature and seeking- all seen and heard and embraced by a higher power.
Blessed are you among women
You are precious and perfect in God’s eyes, a temple of the Holy Spirit, hope for the world. Don’t ever underestimate what lies yet dormant within you. You are destined for goodness and prosperity.
And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus
Co-creators with God, the capacity to bring forth life both literally and figuratively. Nurturer, dreamer, lover, sanctuary. You have so much to give. I wish you could see what I see when I look at you.
Holy Mary, mother of God
Look within yourself for inspiration and strength. Look outside yourself and see your journey unfold. Reach out and make a holy connection with all of human kind. You are never alone in this world.
Pray for us sinners
Let Mary be your spiritual mother. Let her life and her sacrifice inform your every decision. You are loved and forgiven. Again and again and again.
Now and at the hour of our death
Live like there is no tomorrow. Take joy in this day. Be the woman you are destined to be. Start now. Don’t dilly dally. Your life is precious and you are already on the path. Be kind. Be in solidarity with the poor and the poor in spirit. Be the womb that gives forth life.
Be a woman of God.
I’ve had at least two people ask me in the past two days why it’s called Good Friday. Funny… in all the years of being Catholic I’ve never asked that question. It just goes to show how much we Catholics take in and accept as truth in faith.
I guess I could google it. But I’d rather think that it’s “Good” because Jesus died and paid the price for our sins so that we can have eternal life. Granted… I have never questioned that either!
Yesterday I attended Good Friday services at the Santa Clara Mission. The lights were dimmed, the incense plentiful and the music was prayerful. It was a solemn liturgy and I had some heavy things on my heart. A good friend from high school recently died of a heart attack. Another family’s 21 year old son was killed in an accident by a drunk driver. A young teen has disappeared from Morgan Hill and has not been found.
I felt such solidarity with the congregation as we marched forward to venerate the cross singing “Were you there when they crucified my Lord”. People knelt to kiss the cross. Others bowed. Ok.. I get emotional at these things. I’m an N and an F on the Myers Briggs. It doesn’t take much to make me weepy.
But just as I began to search for yet another tissue in my purse, the presiding priest asked us to join him in the Lord’s Prayer. The somewhat feeble and elderly man standing next to me grabbed my hand firmly and raised it up in his and began to pray in earnest! His strength and conviction shot through his hand into mine and straight to my heart. I felt suddenly transformed by his faith and a presence of love.
Maybe it’s all hocus pocus. Catholics were New Age before the New Agers were! Beads and incense and smoke and mystery. Death and resurrection. I’ve bought it hook line and sinker my whole life.
I don’t need to explain it or google it. I experienced it yesterday. And it was certainly a “Good” Friday.