On this day the Church celebrates, in honour of Mary, two solemn
festivals; the first is that of her happy passage from this world; the second,
that of her glorious Assumption into Heaven.
In the present discourse we shall speak of her happy passage from this
world; and in the next of her glorious Assumption.
How precious was the death of Mary!
1. On account of the special graces that attended it.
2. On account of the manner in which it took place.
Death being the punishment of sin, it would seem that the Divine Mother
all holy, and exempt as she was from its slightest stain should also have been
exempt from death, and from encountering the misfortunes to which the children
of Adam, infected by the poison of sin, are subject. But God was pleased that Mary
should in all things resemble Jesus; and as the Son died, it was becoming that
the Mother should also die; because, moreover, He wished to give the just an
example of the precious death prepared for them, He willed that even the most
Blessed Virgin should die, but by a sweet and happy death. Let us, therefore,
now consider how precious was Mary’s death: first, on account of the special
favours by which it was accompanied; secondly, on account of the manner in
which it took place.
First point.
There are three things which render death bitter: attachment to the
world, remorse for sins, and the uncertainty of salvation. The death of Mary
was entirely free from these causes of bitterness, and was accompanied by three
special graces, which rendered it precious and joyful. She died as she had
lived, entirely detached from the things of the world; she died in the most
perfect peace; she died in the certainty of eternal glory.
And in the first place, there can be no doubt that attachment to earthly
things renders the death of the worldly bitter and miserable, as the Holy Ghost
says: “O death, how bitter is the remembrance of thee to a man who hath peace
in his possessions!” But because the Saints die detached from the things of the
world, their death is not bitter, but sweet, lovely, and precious; that is to
say, as Saint Bernard remarks, worth purchasing at any price, however great. ”
Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord.” Who are they who, being already
dead, die? They are those happy souls who pass into eternity already detached,
and, so to say, dead to all affection for terrestrial things; and who, like
Saint Francis of Assisi, found in God alone all their happiness, and with him
could say, ‘ My God and my all.’ But what soul was ever more detached from earthly
goods, and more united to God, than the beautiful soul of Mary? She was
detached from her parents; for at the age of three years, when children are
most attached to them, and stand in the greatest need of their assistance,
Mary, with the greatest intrepidity, left them, and went to shut herself up in
the temple to attend to God alone. She was detached from riches, contenting
herself to be always poor, and supporting herself with the labour of her own
hands. She was detached from honours, loving an humble and abject life, though
the honours due to a queen were hers, as she was descended from the kings of
Israel. The Blessed Virgin herself revealed to Saint Elizabeth of’ Hungary,
that when her parents left her in the temple, she resolved in her heart to have
no father, and to love no other good than God.
Saint John saw Mary represented in that woman, clothed with the sun, who
held the moon under her feet. “And a great sign appeared in heaven: a woman
clothed with the sun, and the moon under her feet.”4 Interpreters explain the
moon to signify the goods of this world, which, like her, are uncertain and
changeable. Mary never had these goods in her heart, but always despised them
and trampled them under her feet; living in this world as a solitary turtle-dove
in a desert, never allowing, her affection to centre itself on any earthly
thing; so that of her it was said: “The voice of the turtle is heard in our
land.” And elsewhere: “Who is she that goeth up by the desert?” Whence the
Abbot Rupert says,’ Thus didst thou go up by the desert; that is, having a
solitary soul’ Mary, then, having lived always and in all things detached from
the earth, and united to God alone, death was not bitter, but, on the contrary,
very sweet and dear to her; since it united her more closely to God in heaven,
by an eternal bond.
Secondly. Peace of mind renders the death of the just precious. Sins
committed during life are the worms which so cruelly torment and gnaw the
hearts of poor dying, sinners, who, about to appear before the Divine tribunal,
see themselves at that moment surrounded by their sins, which terrify them, and
cry out, according to Saint Bernard, ‘We are thy works; we will not abandon
thee.’ Mary certainly could not be tormented at death by any remorse of
conscience, for she was always pure, and always free from the least shade of
actual or original sin; so much so, that of her it was said: “Thou art all
fair, O my love, and there is not a spot in thee.” From the moment that she had
the use of reason, that is, from the first moment of her Immaculate Conception
in the womb of Saint Anne, she began to love God with all her strength, and
continued to do so, always advancing more and more throughout her whole life in
love and perfection. All her thoughts, desires, and affections were of and for
God alone; she never uttered a word, made a movement, cast a glance, or
breathed, but for God and His glory; and never departed a step or detached
herself for a single moment from the Divine love. Ah, how did all the lovely
virtues she had practised during life surround her blessed bed in the happy
hour of her death! That faith so constant; that loving confidence in God; that
unconquerable patience in the midst of so many sufferings; that humility in the
midst of so many privileges; that modesty; that meekness; that tender
compassion for souls; that insatiable zeal for the glory of God; and, above
all, that most perfect love towards Him, with that entire uniformity to the
Divine will: all, in a word, surrounded her, and consoling her, said: ‘We are
thy works; we will not abandon thee.’ Our Lady and Mother, we are all daughters
of thy beautiful heart; now that thou art leaving this miserable life, we will
not leave thee, we also will go, and be thy eternal accompaniment and honour in
Paradise, where, by our means, thou wilt reign as Queen of all men and of all
angels.
In the third place, the certainty of eternal salvation renders death
sweet. Death is called a passage; for by death we pass from a short to an
eternal life. And as the dread of those is indeed great who die in doubt of
their salvation, and who approach the solemn moment with well-grounded fear of
passing into eternal death; thus, on the other hand, the joy of the Saints is
indeed great at the close of life, holding with some security to go and possess
God in heaven. A nun of the order of Saint Teresa, when the doctor announced to
her her approaching death, was so filled with joy that she exclaimed, ‘ O, how
is it, sir, that you announce to me such welcome news, and demand no fee?’
Saint Lawrence Justinian, being at the point of death, and perceiving his
servants weeping round him, said: ‘Away, away with your tears; this is no time
to mourn.’ Go elsewhere to weep; if you would remain with me, rejoice, as I
rejoice, in seeing the gates of heaven open to me, that I may be united to my
God. Thus also a Saint Peter of Alcantara, a Saint Aloysius Gonzaga, and so
many other Saints, on hearing that death was at hand, burst forth into
exclamations of joy and gladness. And yet they were not certain of being in
possession of Divine grace, nor were they secure of their own sanctity, as Mary
was. But what joy must the Divine Mother have felt in receiving the news of her
approaching death! she who had the fullest certainty of the possession of Divine
grace, especially after the Angel Gabriel had assured her that she was full of
it, and that she already possessed God. “Hail, full of grace, the Lord is with
thee . . . thou hast found grace.” And well did she herself know that her heart
was continually burning with Divine love; so that, as Bernardine de Bustis
says, ‘Mary, by a singular privilege granted to no other Saint, loved, and was
always actually loving God, in every moment of her life, with such ardour, that
Saint Bernard declares, it required a continued miracle to preserve her life in
the midst of such flames.
Of Mary it had already been asked in the sacred Canticles, “Who is she
that goeth up by the desert, as a pillar of smoke, of aromatical spices, of
myrrh, and frankincense, and all the powders of the perfumer?” Her entire
mortification typified by the myrrh, her fervent prayers signified by the
incense, and all her holy virtues, united to her perfect love for God, kindled
in her a flame so great that her beautiful soul, wholly devoted to and consumed
by Divine love, arose continually to God as a pillar of smoke, breathing forth
on every side a most sweet odour. ‘Such smoke, nay even such a pillar of
smoke,’ says the Abbot Rupert, ‘hast thou, 0 Blessed Mary, breathed forth a
sweet odour to the Most High.’ Eustachius expresses it in still stronger terms:
‘A pillar of smoke, because burning interiorly as a holocaust with the flame of
Divine love, she sent forth a most sweet odour.’ As the loving Virgin lived, so
did she die. As Divine love gave her life, so did it cause her death; for the
Doctors and holy Fathers of the Church generally say she died of no other
infirmity than pure love; Saint Ildehonsus says that Mary either ought not to
die, or only die of love.
Second Point.
But now let us see how her blessed death took place. After the ascension
of Jesus Christ, Mary remained on earth to attend to the propagation of the
faith. Hence the disciples of our Lord had recourse to her, and she solved
their doubts, comforted them in their persecutions, and encouraged them to
labour for the Divine glory and the salvation of redeemed souls. She willingly
remained on earth, knowing that such was the will of God, for the good of the
Church; but she could not but feel the pain of being far from the presence and
sight of her beloved Son, who had ascended to heaven. “Where your treasure is,
there will your heart be also,” said the Redeemer. Where anyone believes his
treasure and his happiness to be, there he always holds the love and desires of
his heart fixed. If Mary, then, loved no other good than Jesus, He being in
heaven, all her desires were in heaven. Taulerus says, that ‘Heaven was the
cell of the heavenly and most Blessed Virgin Mary; for, being there with all
her desires and affections, she made it her continual abode. Her school was
eternity for she was always detached and free from temporal possessions. Her
teacher was Divine truth; for her whole life was guided by this alone. Her book
was the purity of her own conscience, in which she always found occasion to
rejoice in the Lord. Her mirror was the Divinity; for she never admitted any
representations into her soul but such as were transformed into and clothed
with God, that so she might always conform herself to His will. Her ornament
was devotion for she attended solely to her interior sanctification, and was
always ready to fulfil the Divine commands. Her repose was union with God; for
He alone was her treasure and the resting-place of her heart.’ The most holy
Virgin consoled her loving heart during this painful separation by visiting, as
it is related, the holy places of Palestine, where her Son had been during His
life. She frequently visited at one time the stable at Bethlehem, where her Son
was born; at another the workshop of Nazareth, where her Son had lived so many
years poor and despised; now the Garden of Gethsemani, where her Son commenced
His Passion; then the Praetorium of Pilate, where He was scourged, and the spot
on which He was crowned with thorns; but she visited most frequently the Mount
of Calvary, where her Son expired; and the Holy Sepulchre, in which she had
finally left Him: thus did the most loving Mother soothe the pains of her cruel
exile. But this could not be enough to satisfy her heart, which was unable to
find perfect repose in this world. Hence she was continually sending up sighs
to her Lord, exclaiming with David: ” Who will give me wings like a dove, and I
will fly and be at rest?” Who will give me wings like a dove, that I may fly to
my God, and there find my repose?” As the hart panteth after the fountains of
water: so my soul panteth after Thee, my God.” As the wounded stag pants for
the fountain, so does my soul, wounded by Thy love, O my God, desire and sigh
after Thee. Yes, indeed, the sighs of this holy turtle-dove could not but
deeply penetrate the heart of her God, who indeed so tenderly loved her. “The
voice of the turtle is heard in our land.” Wherefore being unwilling to defer
any longer the so-much-desired consolation of His beloved, behold, He graciously
hears her desire, and calls her to His kingdom.
Cedrenus, Nicephorus, and Metaphrastes, relate that, some days before
her death, our Lord sent her the Archangel Gabriel, the same who announced to
her that she was that blessed woman chosen to be the Mother of God: ‘ My Lady
and Queen,’ said the angel, ‘God has already graciously heard thy holy desires,
and has sent me to tell thee to prepare thyself to leave the earth; for He
wills thee in heaven. Come, then, to take possession of thy kingdom; for I and
all its holy inhabitants await and desire thee.’ On this happy annunciation,
what else could our most humble and most holy Virgin do, but, with the most
profound humility, reply in the same words in which she had answered Saint
Gabriel when he announced to her that she was to become the Mother of God: ”
Behold the handmaid of the Lord.” Behold, she answered again, the slave of the
Lord. He in His pure goodness chose me and made me His Mother; He now calls me
to Paradise. I did not deserve that honour, neither do I deserve this. But
since He is pleased to show in my person His infinite liberality, behold, I am
ready to go where He pleases. ” Behold the handmaid of the Lord.” May the will
of my God and Lord be ever accomplished in me!
by Saint Alphonsus de LiguoriPhoto taken from Wikimedia Commons
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