Our school Mass was scheduled for today, the feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe. It was nice to observe this feast, though I think we need to discern a better variety of gospel readings than Luke 1:26-38.
The second graders did well with the composition of petitions, remembering to pray for the people of Mexico.
I confess I must have been in some liturgical ivory tower the past ten years or so. I hadn’t realized there was controversy on the existence of the man depicted on the left here. Today I overheard someone comment that the legend of Juan Diego wasn’t true.
Even if Juan wasn’t an historical figure, I think he is a true figure.
By that crack I mean that very early in the Christian history of the Americas, the appearance of the Blessed Mother once again reaffirmed that God is on the side of the Earth’s poor. Pricking a bishop’s awareness with roses from his native Spain was an appropriate gesture to wake up a Euro-centric. God’s choice of the needy, of the unusual, of the extravagant is just so right. If nothing else, the delivery of Christianity from a conqueror’s sword had to be counterbalanced by something great.
So … happy feast day, to us all.