25 December 2020

Mary Mother of God

Once upon a time, a thousand years ago in the great basilica of Blachernae in Constantinople, high up on the ceiling near the Altar, was an enormous picture of a Palestinian teenager, that selfsame Girl who is such a lead-player in the Christmass celebrations. There she stood orans, Mediatrix of All Graces, as we Westerners would say, her hands raised in prayer, and in front of her womb, in a round circle, a painting of her Divine Son - his hand lifted in blessing. That image of Mary was called Platytera tou kosmou, the Woman Wider than the Universe. Mary was Great with Child; her Child was Almighty God. She contained the One whom the heaven of heavens is too narrow to hold. Can a foot be larger than the boot or an oyster greater than the shell? For Christians, apparently, Very Often. Mary's slender womb enthroned within it the Maker of the Universe, the God who is greater than all the galaxies that stream across the firmament. The tummy of a Girl was wider than creation.

Then on the crisp night air came the squeal of the newly born baby. It came from the cave that was both a stable and a birth-place. That stable in Bethlehem, as C S Lewis memorably explains in The Last Battle, 'had something in it that was bigger than our entire world'. The stable, like Mary, was great with child; very great, for that Child is God. And what is true of the womb of the Mother of God, and what is true of that stable at Bethlehem, is also the great truth of the Sacrament of the Altar. Bread becomes God Almighty; little round disks of unleavened bread are recreated by the Maker of the World to be Himself. As Mary's Baby was bigger than all creation, than all the stars and clouds and mass of it, so the Blessed Sacrament of the Altar is bigger than the Kosmos.

As you made your Christmass communion, glorious and loving Infinity came to make His dwelling in your poor body; so that, as you walked or drove home for the rest of Christmass, you were platyteroi tou Kosmou: broader than the Universe.

6 comments:

Michael Gormally said...

A very profound and beautiful meditation, Father. Many thanks and a very Happy Christmas to you, your wife and all your family. Michael Gormally,

James Ignatius McAuley said...

Merry Christmas, father! Thank for this blog!

TwoTonTessie said...

Thank you for your meditation, Father. For those of us unable to receive Holy Communion, because we are unworthy to receive Him in our unconsecrated hands, it is indeed a penance.

Jim Bowman said...

In token of appreciation, with your leave I posted it in its entirety.
https://blithespirit.wordpress.com/2020/12/25/fr-hunwickes-mutual-enrichment-mary-mother-of-god/
Merry Christmass.

Stephen v.B. said...

Thank you, Father. A beautiful thought.

I am reminded of the twin mosaics in the Chora Church in Constantinople, showing our Lord as the 'land of the living' (hê chôra tôn zôntôn) and our Lady as the 'container of the uncontainable' (hê chôra tou achôrêtou) - a phrase derived from the Akathist Hymn - using the same word χώρα, chôra, for both. As redeemed humanity lives in the mystical body of Christ, so the physical body of the Redeemer lived within the womb of the Virgin: the God who exceeds all boundaries was contained within the body of Mary.

Anthony said...

We must beware of EndofDaysitis. This could, though, be it. Man has never been so threatened by technologised Evil; we do nothing about industrialised abortion; Satan is in every Government face. We disgrace ourselves unprecedentedly.

Battle is joined. We must seek Our Blessed Lady's mediation more fervently than ever. Let us rediscover our wretchedness, gird ourselves and be prepared to die for Him. Nothing less will do. Everything is at stake; we will be victorious but we are summoned to fight.