DAILY CATHOLIC   TUESDAY    April 13, 1999    vol. 10, no. 72

MEDITATIVE LESSONS ON THE GLORIOUS MYSTERIES:
"MY LORD AND MY GOD!"

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    INTRODUCTION
      These Meditative Lessons on the Glorious Mysteries of the Rosary which encompass the time from the Tomb through the Ascension were imparted via both interior visions and interior locutions to Cyndi Cain, the Hidden Flower of the Immaculate Heart from the Blessed Mother of God after Pentecost in 1993. Cyndi relates that, "while I saw many details in these interior visions, only certain details were to be written down. Therefore, these lessons are not meant to be a detailed geographical or historical account, nor are they meant to pinpoint all the intricate details one might wish to have knowledge of regarding the time of of the Resurrection and beyond...for the importance of each lesson lies not in the descriptive passage or dialogue, but in Our Lady's own meditations which follow each interior vision. These meditations are meant to strengthen us in our faith during this our exile - particularly in these end times when the Holy Catholic Church will be ripped apart by apostasy and schism...for Our Blessed Mother wants our faith to be as strong as an anchor. For our faith to be such, we must have the faith of a simple, little child." As an added bonus for Easter we bring the special chapter on the Resurrection to you and ask the Holy Spirit to give all the enlightenment and discernment to learn and grow from these meditative lessons that all may persevere in the time of the Great Darkness which looms ever closer. For those who would like the complete works of "My Lord and my God", as well as the books on the Joyful Mysteries - "Come, Let us Adore Him", and the Sorrowful Mysteries - "It is Consummated!", click on BOOKS.

Meditative Lesson 9:

"WHOM DO YOU SEEK?"

part one

      Dear Father, how good God is. He knows well how terribly weak I am, and He sends help to me, whom am so unworthy in so many ways! May the Most Blessed Trinity be forever praised, adored, and loved! It is late, but in the prayerful stillness, our Heavenly Mother comes. I have tested the voice and I begin.
"When she had said this she turned round and beheld Jesus standing there, and she did not know that it was Jesus. Jesus said to her, 'Woman, why art thou weeping? Whom dost thou seek?' "
John 20: 14-15
          It is barely dawn. The sky to the east is barely light, an anemic shade of grayish-purple, for the sun is still hidden by clouds which hug the horizon. But the Passover feast has ended and movement beyond the house is now permitted.

          The door leading from the House of the Last Supper into the narrow street opens. Three women emerge. Mary of Magdala comes first, and wraps her mantle about her to ward off the chill dampness. The other women are also huddled deep in their mantles, and their veils mostly cover their faces. They are afraid; their heads turn left, right, left as if searching for an unseen enemy.

          "Don't be afraid. We will come to no harm. His Mother blessed our mission. We must have faith!" is the Magdalene's advice, as she sets off down the street, well ahead of the other women. I do not know who they are, so concealed are they in their mantles, but I am given to understand that Mary, the mother of James and Judas Thaddeus, and the mother of James and John accompany Lazarus' sister upon her work of mercy.

          The streets are empty, stray dogs, cats, even rats scurry out of Mary's way. She is fairly flying down the rough streets. It is as if a magnet pulls at her. The other women call to her to slow down, but she does not hear them. Or rather, the inner pull to Our Lord's tomb is so great she cannot slow her pace. She takes side alleys, staying away from the town proper, and it all becomes a maze to me as I do not know Jerusalem and have no landmarks to tell me in which direction the Magdalene moves.

          Obediently, I follow her.

          Soon she has gone past one of the gates, which lead into and out of Jerusalem. She turns to her right, descending a series of rough stone stairs badly in need of repair. At the lower level, she turns left. This is more a path than a street. The surface is dirt, hard-packed from the feet of many passersby. There is no one about now, only the Magdalene, and many paces behind are the other Marys. The area becomes greener as the city wall is left behind. I notice there is more light now. There is a rosy glow in the east, suggesting sunrise is fast approaching.

          At a certain point, Mary, Lazarus' sister, reaches a place where there is a sturdy row of bushes or shrubs which act as a border along the path. I do not know the variety, only that they are thick and impenetrable. But Mary pauses, reaches out, and fumbles with a bold. I see, then, as I come closer to her, that she stands before a small gate, which separates the bushes and provides entry into the enclosed area.

          Only when she is certain the others know of the entrance does she hurry on. The path is not as well-packed here, as it moves in and among an orchard and garden which appears well-tended. Tucked back off the path, surrounded by flowering trees, I notice a small house. Actually, we would call it a hut by today's standards. There is no sign of anyone in this swelling, but again I am given to understand that the keeper of this garden dwells here. It is his home.

          The path goes downhill at a rather step angle, and now Mary is truly running. The landscape shifts here, for the greenery is not as dense, the ground seems rockier.

          Mary's eyes are fixed intently ahead, and I follow her gaze. There, not too far in the distance, I behold Our Lord's tomb.

          This is Mary's objective. Her only desire and I am allowed to feel within my own heart how love is the driving force for all her movements. It is a love for the Master so deep, so pure, holy that I understand how little is my own love, and how little is the love given Him by all the world. Mary of Magdala is there to be for Him what the world will not give Him! Love!

NEXT INSTALLMENT: Part two: "Whom do you seek?"

April 13, 1999       volume 10, no. 72
"MY LORD AND MY GOD!"

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