Mary… the name of that beautiful flower
which I always invoke
morning and evening.” ~ Dante
I remember learning the Hail Mary when I was 20. I was dating the Catholic boy who I would one day marry. I was curious about the Hail Mary, never having heard more than the first line of it in a movie.
I asked him to teach it to me. After a few tries, I still wasn’t picking it up well. He was frustrated. I asked, “How fast did you pick it up when you learned it?” He said he didn’t remember ever not knowing it. I was impressed.
As for me, I received it as something precious and exotic. Once I finally learned it, I could hardly stop praying it. I went on to learn from him how to pray the rosary. I didn’t know what to make of many of the stories to be pondered during its recitation, but I prayed it anyway, making the best of it. I interpreted the mysteries of the rosary in my own way that made sense to me, until, gently, the stories started to change me. The Gospel became for me, not just an old story I was learning about, but something that was happening still, even in my life as I lived it.
At the center of the Hail Mary is JESUS. I didn’t know what to make of Him, either. But I held Mary’s hand like a child until she led me into the great romance of my life; Jesus: Jesus in His Catholic Church, Jesus in the Word of God, Jesus as experienced personally and within, Jesus shining through human love, Jesus in the Eucharist, Jesus in the mercy of the confessional, Jesus in Mary, Jesus in the lives of the Saints, Jesus, inseparable from life and being itself.
All that stuff used to freak me out. But now it’s everything to me.
The Hail Mary is half Scripture. The second half is a product of the Church’s prayer response and reflection, over time, on the first half already given to us. Elizabeth repeats Gabriel’s greeting as she recognizes Mary as Queen Mother, confirming her in her mission by her own humble words of wonder, joy, and encouragement, filled with the Holy Spirit. Mary responded with her song of the Gospel that we call the Magnificat. (See Lk. 1-39-56)
The Visitation by Keri Atkins
What must have passed between these earliest Church Mothers, these prophetesses, and friends, during Mary’s three month stay at Elizabeth and Zechariah’s house? I imagine that three months was a lovely weaving, as in the lives and friendships of many women, of daily work, love and prayer; maybe for them it was dishes and divine secrets, cooking and singing Psalms, sewing baby clothes, drawing water, feeding the animals, tending the fire, breath-catching prophesy, washing and folding, praying and cleaning, laughing and crying.
Maybe Elizabeth gave Mary tips on morning sickness before the household recited the Sh’ma. (Dt. 6:4) Perhaps there were harmless jokes on the speechless Zechariah. What did they think when they went to the Temple on the Sabbath knowing what only they knew?
I imagine they pondered the Scriptures, pulled weeds, planted seeds.
They must have encouraged one another.
What was it like in their quiet moments?
Did they star gaze at night in humble awe, overcome once again with the mercy, greatness, and faithfulness of God, at the the ancient promise He was fulfilling in their persons? How amazing it must have felt that it was them in the midst of it, at the epicenter of this secret new beginning for humanity.
How they must have grown in faith, in love, and determination, in the presence of the Holy Spirit in their relationship, this first Christ centered friendship, this prototype of the Church.
What did they talk about as they swept the floor, watched the sunset, walked with the silent Zechariah after dinner?
Mary was most likely present at the birth of John the Baptist along with the woman neighbors who would have come to help. It seems she would have stayed for the circumcision and naming ceremony (Lk. 1: 57-80) as well. Did she stand in awe beside Elizabeth and witness the return of Zechariah’s speech with his own beautiful, prophetic song? I bet she did.
When Elizabeth watched Mary go, I wonder if she prayed that start of the Hail Mary again, to accompany the younger woman on her way, and to lift her up in prayer as she went home to face all that she had to face, and to do all that she must do?
I think of my friends, my soul sisters, who love, confirm, walk with, and encourage one another every day in our own Christ centered relationships. Through them I have often known the Holy Spirit’s presence and confirmation, love and strength. I have often thought, over the years, that there was nothing more beautiful to me than their faces at prayer, than being in the midst of their love, their work, as they transform the world around them. I would not be myself without their friendship. I would have been someone else.
I think of my friendship with Mary and how it has changed my life beyond recognition.
And I have to say a Hail Mary.
Because I love my life!
On this last day of May, of this month of Mary, this feast of the Visitation, let us say a Hail Mary together with gratitude. Pray another in thanksgiving for your friends, and another for all the intentions of Mary and St. Elizabeth as they continue their work together in Heaven for the Kingdom of God.
I smiled during the beginning of the article, mostly because I knew that Catholic boy quite well. I remember how it was when Blaze got frustrated. Impatience is an enduring family trait. So is an intense, if somewhat tortured, devotion to God. It’s good to think of him now. Happy Birthday to the Catholic boy you married so long ago.
Frank, it is good to hear yours and Shawn’s stories and perspectives. Shawn’s posts have always had a wonderful element of making her words come alive and breath. She doesn’t tell or point to, she shows.
In my experience as a pastor and a therapist, it seems that a part of one’s path with God and especially organized religion to be torturous and conflicted. Thankfully, we have the saints to illumine the way for that and offer hope. At least sometimes.
This may sound cynical, but I find those who don’t take that torturous and thorny path towards God towards God tend inflict that torture, consciously or unconsciously, on others. And I think that was a run on sentence:)
Shawn, this post is particularly beautiful. Whether it was born out of a “torturous” birthing process or not:)
Thank you, Mark. You don’t sound cynical at all.
And I appreciate what you have said here.
We will celebrate by eating migas as we always do, and telling stories about him. <3 He gave me a great true love, two beautiful kids, himself, and the gift of the Faith. Love is stronger than death!
Thank you for your reflection, Shawn. So many Protestants view the rosary as a type of paganistic ritual developed by the Catholic Church; one of the causes in the divisions there are between the faiths. You have given here the true nature of what it is to Catholics: a very Christ-centered meditation, in the way that Christ’s life may have been viewed by Mary (all given from scriptural text), and how we need to walk our own Christ path journey through life based on this witness. Hopefully, one day, others outside the Catholic faith will be able to see the beauty in this guidance, helping to join us together as one body once again. During your contemplations on the Rosary, please pray for this day to come.
Thank you very much, Susan, and I will! <3
Susan, I am Protestant (United Methodist) and love the rosary and find it beautiful. So do many of my Protestant friends. But I understand what you are saying and love this post for the very same reasons you mention. Grace and peace to you.