A New Feast for Mary's Month

May… the month of Mary
It's appropriate, is it not? Creation is bursting with life. Grass, leaves, bushes, flowers allergies! all over the place
Nature is as it should be: alive, promising, sunny, warm yet not hot, cool while not cold. More light each day, buds and blooms all over
Jesus came to bring life, life to the fullest. May should belong to the one who conceived and gave birth to "the way, the truth, and the life.
Last week I administered the Sacrament of Confirmation, always a happy occasion. At the end of Mass, after Holy Communion, representatives of the class reverently approached a statue of Our Lady to crown her with flowers. Four of their classmates surrounded her image with candles; two of them sang the Ave Maria, accompanied by a classmate on the violin
The late priest-sociologist, Andrew Greeley (hardly known for his piety!), studied what he called the "Catholic imagination" and concluded that, second only to first Holy Communion, the experience that most endured in the imagination and religious memory of a Catholic childhood was a May crowning
Christianity's two most prominent doctrines are the Trinity God has revealed Himself as One true God in three divine Persons, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit and the Incarnation the second Person of this Trinity took on human nature and became one of us in Jesus Christ
In this "wonderful exchange," the Most Blessed Trinity provided the Divine Person, God the Son, the "Eternal Word.
Who supplied the human nature? From whom did God the Son take flesh? Mary!
We owe her a lot
When I once asked fourth-graders why we love Mary so much, a nine-year-old replied, "Because God must have loved her a lot to let her be the mom of His Son.
No wonder we honor her a lot. Just think of her feasts: January 1, her privilege of being the Mother of God; February 11, her apparitions at Lourdes; March 25, the announcement, "Annunciation," that she is to be the Mother of our Savior; May 31, her "Visitation" to her cousin St. Elizabeth; July 16, Our Lady of Mount Carmel; August 15, her Assumption to heaven; August 22, her Queenship; September 8, her birthday; September 12, her holy name; September 15, her seven sorrows; October 7, her Rosary; November 21, her Presentation in the temple; December 8, her Immaculate Conception; and December 12, her apparition at Guadalupe
And all of the month of May!
(I've forgotten some of her feasts…sorry!)n
And now there is yet another: Pope Francis has decreed that the Monday after Pentecost each year it will be in two weeks, May 21, this year will be the Feast of Our Lady, Mother of the Church.
It was actually Blessed…soon to be Saint Pope Paul VI who highlighted this title at the close of the Second Vatican Council in 1965
It sure makes sense, doesn't it? After all, she was right there at the most defining moments of the Church: at the Incarnation, at the Annunciation, when the "Word became flesh" in her womb; at His birth on Christmas; at His first miracle at Cana; at the foot of the Cross on Calvary; and at the very "birthday" of the Church, with the apostles for the descent of the Holy Spirit at Pentecost
No wonder we'll toast her as Mother of the Church the next day
The older I get, the more I appreciate poetry. One of my favorite poets is a Jesuit priest, Gerard Manley Hopkins. Can I share with you his May Magnificat?

MAY is Mary's month, and I

Muse at that and wonder why:

    Her feasts follow reason,

    Dated due to season


Candlemas, Lady Day;

But the Lady Month, May,

    Why fasten that upon her,

    With a feasting in her honour?


Is it only its being brighter

Than the most are must delight her?

    Is it opportunest

    And flowers finds soonest?

Ask of her, the mighty mother:

Her reply puts this other

    Question: What is Spring?  

    Growth in every thing


Flesh and fleece, fur and feather,

Grass and greenworld all together;

    Star-eyed strawberry-breasted

    Throstle above her nested


Cluster of bugle blue eggs thin

Forms and warms the life within;

    And bird and blossom swell

    In sod or sheath or shell.


All things rising, all things sizing

Mary sees, sympathising

    With that world of good,

    Nature's motherhood.


Their magnifying of each its kind

With delight calls to mind

    How she did in her stored

    Magnify the Lord.


Well but there was more than this:

Spring's universal bliss

    Much, had much to say

    To offering Mary May.


When drop-of-blood-and-foam-dapple

Bloom lights the orchard-apple

    And thicket and thorp are merry

    With silver-surfèd cherry


And azuring-over greybell makes

Wood banks and brakes wash wet like lakes

    And magic cuckoocall

    Caps, clears, and clinches all


This ecstasy all through mothering earth

Tells Mary her mirth till Christ's birth

    To remember and exultation

    In God who was her salvation.

– Gerard Manley Hopkins