She was, par excellence, a laywoman, a mother and a spouse, an ordinary woman as far as human eyes could see. Christ came through her, and she will help us, better than anyone else, to find him in the hubbub and noise of our technology, in the confused maze of our immense urban development, in the quiet, silent, dangerous spaces of the universe that we are discovering. For she is the guiding star of creation, the Bogoroditza, this woman who has given birth to God. Her name in Russian means just that. One whole sentence in one word.
So let us re-think. Better, let us re-pray our approach to Mary.
[Catherine Doherty, Bogoroditza, pg. 26]
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Yes, we are a new breed of contemplatives, whose monasteries and convents are the busy streets of new pagan cities. They are the noisy thoroughfares of immense metropolises that sing the hymns of the flesh, the world and the devil. Our place will be the endless rural roads that would be God’s if men who hate him or do not know him did not travel on them. Those immense countrysides hold almost invulnerable the secret of man’s inhumanity to them.
Yes, we are a new breed of contemplatives, who must learn repose, rest, on the breast of God, listening to the perfect music of his heartbeats whilst we go about his business and that of his Father. It will be amongst one of the most broken down, discordant, uneven, out of pitch music that the world ever heard.
[Catherine Doherty, Bogoroditza, pg. 134]
Please remember Madonna House in your prayers, and if possible your donations, in 2010.