Today is the Feast of the Nativity of the Blessed Virgin
Mary. Mary, whose immaculate conception was celebrated 9 months ago, was born
on this September day. And as is the way
of the Lord, this monumental day, this wondrous birth went quietly by in time,
and still goes quietly by in our lives, we could easily miss it. In fact, we often do miss it. Yet, this feast day invites us to ponder the
woman whose life modeled most fully how to allow the word of the Lord to be conceived
in us and born through us, in our own words and deeds. Insignificance and lowliness are not barriers
to these wonders, they are requirements.
Which is good, because I do not have much to offer. I am a Catholic
who fails a lot in living my faith. I am
a wife who fails a lot at being a wife. I am a mother, who fails a lot with her
children (I have two crying, fighting and whining in my presence right now -
thankfully they are only mildly annoying me, so I am ignoring them...). And, in a culture that is pragmatic, cliquey
and materialistic, I am a stay-at-home mother of 8 who writes for an insignificant
blog because I perceived a call to do it from Him, no money in it, no huge
following, no "career" to validate me - nothing. I am nothing.
And oh, how I have caused myself and others around me much pain in
fighting that truth for most of my life.
When I was in high school, it got back to me that an acquaintance
of mine had described me as a "cipher"....a nobody. In her world, I was a quiet and fairly shy girl, who
was not friends with her friends and who
did not leave a huge impression on her friends.
Since I was not terribly concerned with her opinion of me at that time, I was able to
brush off the insult fairly easily...or so I thought. Because every once in awhile the words
would come back to me, whispering to me that I was a cipher, a nobody. And I would fight that identity with much ferocity! I would deny it, offer proofs against it, but mostly
I would fear it. The label of cipher became heavier and heavier.
But, one day I finally heard the words of Our
Blessed Mother. My spiritual ears were opened.
Luke 1:46-56:The Canticle of Mary."My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord; my spirit rejoices in God my savior. For he has looked upon his handmaid's lowliness; behold, from now on will all ages call me blessed. The Mighty One has done great things for me and holy is his name. His mercy is from age to age to those who fear him. He has shown might with his arm, dispersed the arrogant of mind and heart. He has thrown down the rulers from their thrones but lifted up the lowly. The hungry he has filled with good things; the rich he has sent away empty. He has helped Israel his servant, remembering his mercy, according to his prose to our father to Abraham and to his descendants forever."
Was I to accept that identity that was so thoughtlessly assigned to me? Instantly my spirit rebelled: "I am not a cipher! I am not a nobody, do not let that nasty girl be right!" The arrogant and prideful aspirations of my heart, which fed upon my fear of nothingness, did not yield easily. Yet a wave of grace washed over my heart as I thought of the words: "He has shown might with his arm, dispersed the arrogant of mind and heart. He has thrown down the rulers from their thrones; but lifted up the lowly." My pride was dispersed, I was thrown down, and lifted up. In a moment I was confronted with all that I wanted to be, thought I should be and was failing at, and yet I was given an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Because I was nothing. I was nothing so that I could be lifted up; there is no other way.
That thoughtless comment of so many years before was instantly transformed, and the weight of it lifted. The Lord needed to show me I am nothing so I can be filled with His love, His Spirit, His life. So that he can lift me up, out of my mediocrity and into His heart, and I do not have to grasp at earthly honors, or rewards or recognition. Without Jesus I am nothing, without Him I will cling to false egos and identities, and be let down by them, or even worse, I will be blindly self-satisfied! The heavy burden of that word "cipher" gave way to tearful gratitude and awe. In a world where wealth, popularity and honors are seen as indicators of goodness and worthiness Mary has shown me that it is only lowliness, nothingness that can acquire the interior vision and wisdom to give Him our fiat, with complete trust in His compassionate love that will lift us up.
So Happy Birthday Mary, Queen of Heaven, who so gently taught me about lowliness. I still have to submit my fears and insecurities to God, I still have to have Him disperse pride and arrogance with His mighty arm. But I do not fear the nothingness as I once did, and I have come to see a little how God's kingdom conquers and transforms this world of shallowness and ugliness . I now look upon that dismissive description of me so long ago through Mary's eyes, without the shame and fear that the world attaches to it In those words came the might of His arm and revealed the true and eternal beauty of His Mother.
Blessed Be God, and Blessed Be His Most Holy Mother!
Beautiful, Heidi! I was never called a "cipher" (only because I'm older than you & it wasn't part of our vocabulary in those days) but I'm sure I was thought of in that way during my high school years, too. Never bothered me, though, back then. But, during the past ten years it has come to haunt me. Society tells me I AM Nothing because, you see, I HAVE nothing. Our success as a person, a citizen of the world, it so tied to what we possess. About 12 years ago, through prayer, I came to realize God was calling me to a Franciscan way of life, to shed off most of my worldly goods & to detach myself from the few things I needed to keep (like my bed & sewing machine). It's been a tough road to follow. As I continue to work hard to prevent material things from getting in between God & me, the world screams at me, "YOU ARE NOTHING BECAUSE YOU HAVE NOTHING!" The past two weeks it has been screaming louder than usual. Your post was so needed RIGHT NOW! How many times have I prayed the Canticle of Mary and never thought of it in this way. You give me renewed strength; a more fervent determination to Trust Him. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteThank you Heidi for your beautiful piece, and wonderful reminder of our need to empty ourselves of our pretentious feelings of self-importance.We are, as Jacob Boehme put it, "strings in the concert of God's joy"; at our best, channels of grace. On our own, we are nothing. Like our Blessed Mother, we must surrender totally to the will of The Beloved. And we know, in complete trust and humility, that He will fill our hearts to overflowing with His love and His mercy.
ReplyDeleteIt is amazing and a special grace when a line of the words of Scripture jumps out at us to heal and restore our souls. The lowliness of Mary, herself perhaps seen by some in her time as a "cipher" by those around her, may have often found encouragement during difficult circumstances by remembrance of the the message and words of the angel Gabriel: "Blessed art thou." We are also blessed, rich or poor, small or great, the Lord loves each of us, created us to live as his blessed and beloved children. Thank you for an encouraging reflection!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful scriptural reflection, Heidi. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteI will echo the other respondents here and say that this piece is beautiful and you certainly have a talent at writing. Motherhood is one of those careers in which we can practice our self emptying love. There's no earthly glory or reward from society but perhaps we might have some satisfaction as we see our children grow in maturity and independence, and especially in relation to God. I'm so tickled when I hear them sing at mass! I know Jesus must be smiling too!
ReplyDeleteThanks for being so honest here as that is beautiful too! Janet
I will echo the other respondents here and say that this piece is beautiful and you certainly have a talent at writing. Motherhood is one of those careers in which we can practice our self emptying love. There's no earthly glory or reward from society but perhaps we might have some satisfaction as we see our children grow in maturity and independence, and especially in relation to God. I'm so tickled when I hear them sing at mass! I know Jesus must be smiling too!
ReplyDeleteThanks for being so honest here as that is beautiful too! Janet