DAILY CATHOLIC   WEDNESDAY    April 14, 1999    vol. 10, no. 73

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 two

          So unselfish is her [Mary of Magdala's] love that she has no inkling of how love will repay love. The Heavens watch with joy as she approaches the tomb, her feet flying, her arms burdened with the efforts of her labor to prepare spices, herbs, perfumes, balms, etc. She rounds a corner where an outcropping of rock blocks her view of the tomb. But once clear of it, Mary stops dead. Her arms drop to her sides, spilling her precious bundles upon the ground. She does not even notice. Her eyes are gazing steadily ahead. And I see as she sees. The heavy stone is now pushed aside, to the left from where I stand just beside Mary. The entrance to the tomb is clear, wide, and dark.

          A cry, one of pain, escapes her lips. "Master!" The word seems to echo in this quiet garden. It seems to reverberate from within the tomb and back again. Slowly she moves forward. Her Master! She does not know what to think. But her single cry and the sound of her feet awaken the three soldiers who still remain in the same places as when I saw them fall asleep.

          Awakened from sleep, the soldiers are instantly brought back to reality. They have fallen asleep while on duty, a punishable offense.

          They are looking at the woman clad in mourning garments who approaches. They have not yet taken notice of the great stone slab, which has been moved.

          "Halt" What business have you here?" The words are harsh, frightening.

          Mary is not to be frightened.

          "I am Mary, sister of Lazarus. I have come to anoint the body, butů"

          "Butů? At this hour? Woman, be gone. We have no orders to allow such a thing."

          "The tomb! The stone!" Mary's voice is raised; she points to the opening.

          The soldiers see and they all three thrown into disarray, just as Mary's own heart feels dismay. Hers is sadness. Her human mind has not focused on the promise of the Master to rise again on the third day. She can but reason that thieves have come and stolen the body.

          The soldiers are truly pitiful. Anger, fear, rage, all well up in them. They would vent their anger upon this woman, but they see the pure astonishment on her own features and realize that she has had no part in whatever trickery has taken place.

          They move to block her way as she goes closer to the tomb.

          "The Master! What have you done with Him?"

          "Done? Are you mad, woman. We are Romans! What have we to do with a common Jewish criminal?"

          "Let me pass. I must see."

          It is then that the other Marys reach the spot where the Magdalene has dropped her precious ointments. The soldiers, now again distracted, are unable to prevent Mary of Magdala from entering the tomb. They glare maliciously at her, but she does not know it. Her only desire is to seek proof of the Master's body.

          I go with her into the tomb. The daylight filters in. It is not strong. Actually, Mary must stand still for several moments until her eyes adjust. Then she sees that where Our Lord's body was laid, there is no body. The wrappings so lovingly but hastily placed over and around His Sacred body are there, neatly folded, and done as if with great care. There is nothing else. It is empty.

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

April 14, 1999       volume 10, no. 73
"MY LORD AND MY GOD!"

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