Asking and Receiving through the Mother of God
My good dear Mother: I have never liked any painting or statue of you I have ever seen. It is not that these representations disappoint me…It is that they touch me in no way at all as you have touched me yourself. I have no clear conception of you. Yet you are more real to me than the people around me…You are a young mother, robust, active, with smiling eyes…There is a certain health and almost exuberance to your actions. I expect you to come right up and speak to me…Mother, you are so real that if you withdrew your support I think I would actually fall down on the floor here like a man in a faint. Dear Mother, how have you endured me all these years! Only for you, I would have long been lost. For you it is who took me and led me out of strange ways and darknesses years ago. You it is who takes me by the hand now day by day. Only you would not grow tired of the like of me—of anyone so sinful, ungrateful, selfish…I would not dare to lift my head were it not for you. For it is you who stand between me and [your Son’s] terrible justice…The thought of my sins smites me down so that if there were not you I think I would fall into despair. And when I try to reason why you should continue to protect me I end in confusion. I can only throw myself on your love. I can only kneel and cry out: “I don’t deserve anything. Not even the greeting of a stranger. But, Mother, without you what am I going to do?” This is mad, isn’t it? This is unreasonable. But I am helpless in my weakness. I, cowardly, feebly, selfishly, give the weight of my sins to you…Never was there a worse sinner, and never was God kinder to one. Mother, it’s true. You know how true it is. You are the only explanation of God’s kindness to me.