As we enter the Jubilee of Mercy through the holy “door” of Mary let us take to heart the tender words that she spoke to her “Juanito” [her nickname for St. Juan Diego] during her visitations in 1531:
“Know and understand well . . . that I am the ever virgin Holy Mary, Mother of the True God for whom we live . . . I am your merciful mother, to you, and to all the inhabitants on this land and all the rest who love me, invoke and confide in me; [I listen] to their lamentations, and remedy all their miseries, afflictions and sorrows . . . Hear me and understand well . . . that nothing should frighten or grieve you. Let not your heart be disturbed. Do not fear that sickness, nor any other sickness or anguish. Am I not here, who is your Mother? Are you not under my protection? Am I not your health? Are you not happily within my fold? What else do you wish?”
Our Lady of Guadalupe looks on probably thinking, “My Child, if you only knew.”
During her recent visit to Mexico, U.S. Secretary of State Hillary Clinton made an unexpected stop at the Basilica of Our Lady of Guadalupe and left a bouquet of white flowers “on behalf of the American people,” after asking who painted the famous image. The image of Our Lady of Guadalupe was miraculously imprinted by Mary on the tilma, or cloak, of St. Juan Diego in 1531. The image has numerous unexplainable phenomena, such as the appearance on Mary’s eyes of those present in the room when the tilma was opened and the image’s lack of decay. Mrs. Clinton was received on Thursday at 8:15 a.m. by the rector of the Basilica, Msgr. Diego Monroy. Msgr. Monroy took Mrs. Clinton to the famous image of Our Lady of Guadalupe, which had been previously lowered from its usual altar for the occasion. After observing it for a while, Mrs. Clinton asked “who painted it?” to which Msgr. Monroy responded “God.”
How about if when we’re done laughing, we pray for Hillary’s conversion. It would be great to have this talented, determined lady on the pro-life side. I believe in miracles!
Fr. Scott tells the story as told by the good Carmelites of the Santa Fe:
“Some parishioners were on their way to celebrate morning mass in honor of St. Patrick on his Feast day. Juan was working in his garden as usual and, as they passed, they called to him to join them. “No, no,” he said “I only celebrate the Feast days of Mexican saints.” So on they went leaving Juan to his gardening.
A couple of days later, on the feast of St. Joseph, they made the pilgrimage again. They passed Juan’s home but this time, no Juan. Arriving at the church, who did they behold but Juan devoutly praying before St. Joseph’s statue . “Juan,” they asked, “what’s this? You told us that you only honor Mexican saints and St. Joseph is a Jew?”
Juan smiled broadly, “I know, I know, but he’s married to a good Mexican woman….Our Lady of Guadalupe!”