09.13.09
Her hands
Okay, I admit it, I zoned out was thinking about alternative topics during the Bishop’s Fund video. I sit on the Gospel side, and yesterday my view of the statue of the Blessed Mother was blocked, as I was behind a big column. All I could see was her left hand. But it spoke to me…
Mary’s hands are open to us, reaching out in love to all the faithful who gaze on her for comfort, or guidance, or for any reason. I was reminded of the powerful scenes in The Passion of the Christ, when images of Jesus’ torture were juxtaposed with His Mother’s memories of reaching out for her precious young child as He fell.
I thought of the countless tasks my own mother’s hands performed for so many years. Today, her hands are wrinkled and worn, and mine are more like hers every day. I am missing my child, off at college, and wish my hands could help her in some real way today. Never though I’d wish for a blouse to mend or a meal to prepare, but right now I do.
Mothers’ hands make love visible. Mary’s hands do, too. Take a look.
