At the middle of the human drama is a pregnant woman.
All of history is dated from the birth of her baby.
She is Advent personified.
No one is more patient than an expectant mother. The baby cannot be rushed. Waiting is all she can do.
God’s will, God’s ways, God’s plan cannot be hurried. His time is not our time. God does not wear a watch or keep a daily agenda.
God takes the long view. In the Garden of Eden, when His design of life and love was thwarted, He dreamt of a “new Eve,” a woman who would crush the serpent. This woman, to carry the Savior in her womb, would, of course, be free from Original Sin.
We hail that dream, that woman, the “new Eve,” and her baby, the “second Adam” tomorrow, December 8th, the Feast of her Immaculate Conception.
We serenade her, the one “clothed with the sun,” carrying the Son in her womb, as she appeared to St. Juan Diego at Guadalupe, on Monday, December 12, her feast.
Nothing transforms a life more than the birth of a baby. A woman becomes a mom, a man a dad, a boy or girl becomes a brother or sister. Their lives are never the same.
No one has transformed history more than the one conceived by the Holy Spirit in the womb of the Blessed Virgin Mary.
We adore Him!
We love her!
It’s advent! We’re back in the Garden of Eden, after the Original Sin, cherishing the “New Eve,” herself immaculately conceived, pregnant with the Second Adam, a fresh start. Her yes to the good angel Gabriel trumps Eve’s yes to the evil angel Lucifer.
The Second Adam’s yes to the tree of the cross, cancels out the first Adam’s no to God’s will in the Garden of Eden.
Good news indeed! She’s pregnant! His birthday is right around the corner! Get the baby’s room — our hearts — ready! Life will never be the same.
Hail Mary, full of Grace!
O come, let us adore Him!