Thanks to my blessed sleeplessness, my muse found me incapable of resistance and wasted no moment to milk my meditative juices.
There was no internet access, so I comforted myself with manually writing my musings. I went back to bed and, my mind running restless, got up again to scribble some more. At 10:30, the wifi icon sprung. It could not have been more surprising if I prayed specifically for it but, no, I prayed for something else. Something not supplicating but giving thanks instead. I cannot describe it any more than that simplicity.
I got fixated on the Paschal mystery and worked my alliterative tendency to attach it to personhood. Jesus became a person because Mary’s fiat incarnated Him and Son upped his mother one by His passion and death and, because He was God, too, resurrection, but all out of genetic obedience. God created everything except will, didn’t he.
I understand them, yes, but I can not, nay, never, appreciate those who believe in Jesus yet deny Mary. God the Father needed a human vessel to carry His Son and chose Mary in the fullness of time in His plan to save man. He could not have created a son out of clay again, like He did Adam, because that would have limited the creation’s existence in another paradise, albeit without the attribute of exile, and He needed His Son to inhabit earth instead because, even if He loved this creation, it was riddled with man-created sin and needed to be saved. And only by His love can it be done, but not by omnipotence, not by creating something out of nothing, but by transcendental love, a God incarnating as man to be truly human, with a body part manifesting love which is the heart, and in all manner and form and nature like His grace-filled means or wherewithal, a woman wrapped in silent sinlessness, Mary. Amen.
