After Mass, as I knelt before the crucifix, I realized that right before me I was seeing the ultimate in horror and humility-Jesus tortured, not in a dream but in reality, and humiliated, not because He was uncomfortable with how he looked, but because His pride was physically stripped away from Him. I was not alone. Surely, I could unite the minor irritations that began my day to His suffering and bring some good from it.
Then she told me that her mother had suddenly died of a heart attack last week while babysitting for her children. Her mom had kept the children overnight and nobody had discovered her death until the next day. Her children had been alone in the house with their dead grandmother and were now unable to sleep at night from the trauma of that experience. She went on to say that the funeral would be the next day and she was overwhelmed from all that she had to do. She pointed to the picture on my desk of Our Lady of Guadalupe and said that it was seeing Mary on my desk that brought out her tears. The image of a tender and loving mother allowed this woman to release her pent-up grief, if only for a moment, and brought about some much needed compassion and prayers from this listener.
Those holy images of our Lord and His Mother do so much good in this world. Every time we glance upon their loving countenance we can't help but be changed for the better. How blessed we are to have the continual love of Jesus and Mary to surround our hearts as we make our way through our days filled with both minor aggravations and major sorrows. Their images are a balm that remind us that not only that we are greatly loved by them, but also that we are called to love others as they love us. Jesus and Mary are always with us! Let's do all we can to share them with others in all we say and do!