Memorial of the Immaculate Heart of Mary
Isaiah 61:9-11; Luke 2:41-51
Think for a moment: If you could design the perfect mother, what would she be like?
If you asked me, she’d be tender; a safe haven in the storms of life. Someone who comforts us when we’re hurt, consoles us in our suffering, who nurtures and teaches – not just with words, but by her quiet, steady presence. Maybe above all, she’d be someone who not just remembers us, but treasures us.
Isn’t that what every heart really longs for?
The Gospel today gives us just such a mother: Mary. Yes, she is the mother of Jesus, but remember – Jesus gave her to us from the Cross. Mary is our mother, too.
I think St. Luke understood that. While he doesn’t focus much on Mary (for good reason; the gospel is about Christ), twice he presents us with the lovely image of Mary doing something we all recognize: treasuring things in her heart.
What’s more, Luke allows his word choice to deepen the image. First, he says that when Mary looked back on the events of our Lord’s birth, she kept all these things, reflecting on them in her heart (Luke 2:19). Here, the word for kept means gathering things up carefully, like the pieces of a puzzle, and holding onto them even though they don’t fit together yet. Then today, when finding Jesus in the Temple, Luke says that Mary kept all these things in her heart (Luke 2:51). But here, his second word for kept means to treasure, to guard lovingly because it’s something you never want to lose.
That’s Mary. She takes every word, every gesture, every event in the mystery of her Son, and holds them in the quiet, contemplative shelter of her heart. Not because she understands it all, but because she loves him.
This, I think, goes right to the heart of Mary. When someone in a crowd once spoke of his mother being blessed, Jesus didn’t respond, blessed are those who understand; he said, blessed are those who hear the word of God and keep it (Luke 11:28). That’s what Mary does; she is her Son’s first and most perfect disciple. In her great love of God, Mary listens, gathers up, treasures, and obeys. Even though she doesn’t grasp it all, she remains faithful.
Let’s allow that to give us peace. How often in our own lives do we carry things we don’t understand? We have questions that go unanswered, suffering that seems senseless. We want clarity, we want answers. Instead, God offers us His presence.
Every time we wonder what to make of all this is a time to turn to the heart of Mary. Given to us by Christ, Mary is always near to comfort us, console us, and hold us close; a mother born of our heart’s deepest longing – to be remembered and treasured when we feel forgotten and useless. Above all, Mary remembers us to her Son and her Lord. No one brings us to Jesus more gently than Mary, and no one knows him better than she. So, when your heart is heavy, give it to her. If your path is unclear, ask her to walk it with you. And if you ever feel alone, remember that you don’t need to wish for a perfect mother. You already have one, and her heart is always open, always listening, and always holding you in love.
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