The Gospel Today
Memorial of the Queenship of the Blessed Virgin Mary
In the sixth month, the angel Gabriel was sent from God
to a town of Galilee called Nazareth, to a virgin betrothed
to a man named Joseph, of the house of David, and the virgin’s
name was Mary.
And coming to her, he said, “Hail, favored one! The Lord is with you.”
But she was greatly troubled at what was said and pondered
what sort of greeting this might be.
Then the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary,
for you have found favor with God.
Behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son,
and you shall name him Jesus.
He will be great and will be called Son of the Most High,
and the Lord God will give him the throne of David his father,
and he will rule over the house of Jacob forever, and of his kingdom
there will be no end.”
But Mary said to the angel, “How can this be, since I have
no relations with a man?”
And the angel said to her in reply, “The holy Spirit will come upon you,
and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. Therefore the child
to be born will be called holy, the Son of God.
And behold, Elizabeth, your relative, has also conceived
a son in her old age, and this is the sixth month for her
who was called barren; for nothing will be impossible for God.”
Mary said, “Behold, I am the handmaid of the Lord.
May it be done to me according to your word.” Then the angel departed from her.
Reflection (Sem. Jeffrey A. Danan)
“May it be done to me according to your word”. Full of courage, humility and trust to the Lord, our Blessed Mother Mary responded to angel Gabriel without any hesitation. She submitted herself to God’s plan and did not demand anything, clear job description nor a contract. It was enough for her to trust and obey God wholeheartedly.
For a woman to be a mother is truly a heroic act. It is a combination of untimed duty and offering her whole self with love and devotion to her family. It is where she thinks of the welfare of her child first before her own. It is where she understands even the unspoken words. As they describe it, giving birth to a child is like putting one of her own leg into the grave.
I can still recall my mom telling me the stories of my own birth. Among her three children, my birth was the most critical. She truly experienced hardship especially in deciding if I would be aborted or if she would continue the pregnancy despite her non-stop bleeding every day. She prayed hard and decided to take the risk and give me my life. On the eighth month of her pregnancy, my mom was able to deliver me through caesarean method. I salute her for choosing to give me life and raising me well as much as she could. A mother is a real concrete description of human love and sacrifice.
As we celebrate the Queenship of our Blessed Mother Mary, let us look back and remember the first woman who loves us more than their lives, the first ever who understood our cry. They are our protectors, our queens and the lights of our home -our own mothers.