"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."
Revelation 12:1
When we got older she had a sticker on her car that said, "Auburn Princess" (I think). I have always admired the confidence of women who were aware of their relation to the Father and said things like, "I'm a princess because I'm a daughter of the King."
Well, I think this is why I love the Coronation so much. Mary is crowned our Queen Mother, and I am reminded of my identity as a princess. In Mary's crowning I am reminded of my own destiny, "to receive the unfading crown of glory," as Saint Peter promises in his First Letter.
There is something really beautiful and innocent about a young girl's desire to be a princess. She doesn't seek ambition. She doesn't desire wealth. She desires to be splendidly arrayed, but not so that she can rule over others. She longs to be looked on with admiration. She longs to be beautiful in body and soul, content to be loved perfectly and unconditionally. She longs to be blameless, spotless, radiant, as she stands before her Lord and Lover.
This Spring I had the privilege of singing in a friend's wedding with my lovely sisters. The responsorial psalm was selected from the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary. My sister Amanda sang beautifully, and I must admit every time she sang I could not help but cry thinking about how our destiny is Mary's. It went a little something like this:
R. The queen stands at your right hand arrayed in gold.
V1. The queen takes her place at your right hand in gold of Ophir.
V2. Hear, O daughter, and see; turn your ear, forget your people and your father's house.
V3. So shall the king desire your beauty; for he is your lord.
V4. They are borne in with gladness and joy; they enter the palace of the king.
Beautiful! Our Lady, Queen of Heaven and Earth, pray for us.
Regina caeli, laetare, alleluia:
Quia quem meruisti portare, alleluia,
Resurrexit, sicut dixit, alleluia,
Ora pro nobis Deum, alleluia.
Guade et laetare, Virgo Maria, alleluia.
Quia surrexit Dominus vere, alleluia.
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Look down at your hands.
Did you know that they were made for nails?
Just as God created trees so that Christ Himself could hang on a wooden cross, your hands were made for nails. Yours are not created any better than His, so why should they seek a different fate?
Alas, He held the weight of the world in His hands, so that you could be assured. Let your hands rejoice in His conquering of death. You are the heiress of the throne, which by the Resurrection has been won for you. This is the Resurrection which makes you see not His wounds when you look at your own hands, but rather, the instruments which He will use to return the world to Himself.
I love this post! The Coronation is also one of my favorite mysteries of the Rosary. How beautiful that we are born into such an amazing royal inheritance!!! We deserve it not, yet it is ours if we but ask.
Let us always adorn ourselves with splendor, strength, beauty, grace...and shiny, sparkly things, because "Daughters of the King gotta wear the bling!!!" :)
ok I promise I commented on this weeks ago! I loved this post! good times w/ pretty pretty princess!! love you ceec!
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