EIGHTH DAY
Mary's Seventh Sorrow:
Jesus is Buried
The
sacrifice for the redemption of the world was accomplished. "And Joseph,
taking the body, wrapt it up in a clean linen cloth, and laid it in his own new
monument, which he had hewed out in a rock. And he rolled a great stone to the
door of the monument, and went his way" (Matt. xxvii. 59). Mary also took
part in the burial of her beloved Son, though the evangelists do not mention
her name amongst those who were present on that mournful occasion. Never, most
assuredly, was human soul visited by such woe and desolation, as that which
overwhelmed hers as she cast a last glance on the precious remains of her dead
Son.
Reflection
The Burial of her
Divine Son
Then came the moment that meant for the
Mother of God a physical separation from Her Divine Son as His body was hastily,
but reverently placed in the tomb, and with the help of the holy women and St.
John, she returned to the House of the Last Supper, to wait and watch in
prayerful supplication to the Father, for the moment of her Divine Son’s
Resurrection from the Dead. The apostles were dispersed, devastated by the
events of that past week when their emotions ebbed and flowed and fear took
over. Mary, alone, had to remain steadfast in her faith. She could not and
would not waver in her faith even for a moment in total belief that God had a
plan and that Jesus would rise as Scripture foretold, giving to the world a
triumph over death and sin, which was the fulfillment of the Father’s covenant
with mankind.
All around her was a sorrow that was
totally human. Her sorrow was totally human, too; but with a different slant.
Mary was so committed to the Will of God, that she was able to charitably abide
the talk of the apostles and some of the women who believed that Jesus was
truly gone forever and all was lost to them. They mourned then perhaps not so
much for Jesus and Mary, as for themselves. But Mary understood, because she
was human. Yet she was able to pray through her deepest sorrow in trust with
the Father. Not because she was the Mother of God was Mary able to bear these
sorrows so valiantly; rather by pondering in her heart the many things that
were prophesied to her in her lifetime. Mary saw things not from a mere human
viewpoint, but from the infused viewpoint of God. By the grace of the Holy
Ghost, Mary was able to make God’s viewpoint – His Will – Her own. Thus she
suffered as no mother has ever suffered, or will ever suffer in this world. In
fact, if all the sorrows of every mother that has ever been or will ever be
were joined together, they could not equal the sorrow which the Blessed Mother
endured on our behalf. For She is truly the Mother of God, and our Mother, too.
Were it not for Our Lady, many of the apostles could very well have followed
the same course as Judas Iscariot. Gibson captured this so beautifully with
Peter who literally ran into Blessed Mary as he was fleeing. She is the Queen
of the Apostles for a reason.
Novena Prayer
Ever
glorious Blessed Virgin Mary, queen of martyrs, mother of mercy, hope, and
comfort of dejected and desolate souls, through the sorrows that pierced thy
tender heart I beseech thee take pity on my poverty and necessities, have
compassion on my anxieties and miseries. I ask it through the mercy of thy
divine Son; I ask it through His immaculate life, bitter passion, and
ignominious death on the cross. As I am persuaded that He honors thee as His
beloved Mother, to whom He refuses nothing, let me experience the efficacy of
thy powerful intercession, according to the tenderness of thy maternal
affection, now and at the hour of my death. Amen.
Hail Mary
Hail
Mary full of Grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed are thou among women and
blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus. Holy Mary Mother of God, pray for us
sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
Prayer
Grant,
we beseech Thee, O Lord Jesus Christ, that the most blessed Virgin Mary, Thy
Mother, may intercede for us before the throne of Thy mercy, now and at the
hour of our death, through whose most holy soul, in the hour of Thine own
passion, the sword of sorrow passed. Through Thee, Jesus Christ, Saviour of the
world, who livest and reignest with the Father and the Holy Ghost, for ever and
ever. Amen.
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