Hail Mary Series (Part 5 of 10) – Blessed Is The Fruit Of Thy Womb, Jesus!
Hail Mary, full of Grace, the Lord is with thee! Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the Fruit of thy womb, Jesus! Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us now, and at the hour of our death! Amen.
When you think of humility, what comes to mind?
For me, it’s the Blessed Mother. The Hail Mary is pretty much her prayer… the first lines are quoted directly from Scripture – the words of the Angel Gabriel, and Mary’s cousin Elizabeth – and the second half expresses the desire of us, the faithful, for her intercession on our behalf before her Devine Son! But in her utter humility, she asks we pause in the middle of her prayer and recall WHY she is someone whose prayers we seek. It is because of Who her Son is that we honor her, and seek the strength of her intercession.
The precious, powerful name of her Devine Son is at the heart of everything Mary does, and her favorite prayer is no exception! If you think through the Our Father, or the Glory Be, the other two cornerstones of prayer that we learned as babes, neither directly state the powerful name of Jesus; only Mary’s prayer does that.
How fitting it is that the one who knew Him best, His mother, should be the first to turn our hearts towards His. They are so close together that the more you seek and open your heart to Mary, the more you find her with her arms wrapped around her Son.
I was skyping my dear friend Anna today, and told her some of how my own relationship with Mary had its beginnings, and how it developed. It was curious that when I began a devotion to Mary in earnest and began to seek her specifically, the more she directed me to her Son. When I started going only to Christ, though, He was quick to remind me WHO was responsible for my more devoted search for Him, and sent me back to love on His mother. Anna shared a similar story, and we decided that it was the objective of Jesus and Mary to just make a [cookie] sandwich out of us, with each of them being the Oreo, and us being the cream!
At the heart of the Blessed Virgin Mary is the Cross of her Son. His death, which wrought our salvation, was the greatest sorrow of her life. Yet she never complained; she didn’t blame anyone for the cross (and she knows whose sins sent Him there!), and she didn’t get angry. She just stayed with Him, and quietly wept to herself.
Her anthem is that of Christ Crucified. As she opens her arms to embrace the limp body of her now-dead Son, she looks to us through tear-filled eyes and invites, “Come, hold my Son.”