"A great sign appeared in the sky, a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet and on her head a crown of twelve stars" (Rev. 12: 1)
Meditating on and learning about the sea of Mary's sorrows is a very noble and good thing. I felt compelled to post today about the joy that occured after Mary's earthly exile. For all the suffering she underwent, Jesus rewarded her more than can be comprehended, for God will not be outdone in generosity.
By Mary's beautiful faith, she merited to become "a light to all the faithful, Queen of the true faith." Saint Methodius calls her, "Queen of the true faith." Mary is the new Eve. She makes up in obedience what Eve lacked in disobedience. She is the one who will in the end crush the serpents head beneath her foot. It is difficult for our modern Republic/Democratic minds to understand what it is to have a King and a Queen. I urge you all to think on this - what a glorious thing it is to be devoted to the Heavenly Royalty, Jesus the King of Heaven and Earth who posesses all authority, honor and glory, and who is seated at His side? His mother, the Queen Mother who merited this place through her "Fiat" her great cooperation with God's will. She is the one who wears the crown her Son placed on her head and intercedes on our behalf. Jesus will deny her nothing. Her joy in Heaven is complete and yet she care for us her wayward children, even cries over our disobedience.
Our Lord returns to us through His Holy Mother as Queen of Heaven, passing on to us His blessing through her hands as the Mediatrix of all graces. He came down from Heaven to dwell as a human through her; through her we return to Him.
Our Lady went into a strange country
And they crowned her for a queen
For she needed never to be stayed or questioned
But only seen;
and they were broken down under unbearable beauty
As we have been.
Our Lady wears a crown in a strange country
The crown He gave,
But she has not forgotten to call her old companions
To call and crave;
And to hear her calling a man might arise and thunder
On the doors of the grave.
~G.K. Chesterton, "Regina Angelorum" 1935.