SHOW US THE BLESSED FRUIT OF YOUR WOMB

“They will always regard her as mother” Eugene had written when we officially became Missionary Oblates of Mary Immaculate after our papal approbation in 1826. He asked us to have a “tender and filial devotion.” Throughout his whole life he was accompanied by Mary – because of this Rule that he quote sin his retreat notes…

Eugene died during the praying of the Salve Regina, at these words: “Turn then, most gracious Advocate, your eyes of mercy toward us, and after this our exile, show unto us the blessed fruit of your womb, Jesus, O merciful, O loving, O sweet Virgin Mary!”

Devotion to Mary must also characterize us: At least once a day they will pay a visit to the Blessed Sacrament and a visit to the Blessed Virgin, towards whom all the missionaries will cultivate a special devotion, and to whom they will always look up as to their Mother
They will recite the rosary every day, and will leave nothing undone to make the faithful most fervently and trustfully devout to this Immaculate Virgin and the most holy Mother of God. 

Retreat notes, October 1831, EO XV n. 163

Because of his life-long closeness to Mary, she did indeed accompany him to the fruit of her womb: Jesus. May we learn to look on her as mother and as our faithful faith-companion on our Christian journey to be shown the fruit of her womb at its fulfilment in our own death.

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One Response to SHOW US THE BLESSED FRUIT OF YOUR WOMB

  1. Eleanor Rabnett, Oblate Associate says:

    Where does Mary fit in my life? I am not sure why but I think of Elizabeth’s response when Mary visited her cousin: ‘how is it that the mother of my God comes to see me?’ Do I look upon her like that? How I remember that I am not sure, perhaps it is the Holy Spirit within praying with me.

    Many years ago I asked God if I might become a ‘living prayer’ – I wanted to be praying within myself so that it would become a part of me. As I breathed so I wanted to pray. I decided I wanted pray the Hail Mary without end and so I began. To this day when I am walking, or when I am on the bus, or if I nip into church on my way to or from I catch my heart beating the Hail Mary. Not the most perfect Rosary – yet it is Mary who accompanies me.

    I think for a moment of my dear friend Tom Cassidy OMI who I would visit when he was dying. He had cancer and then a stroke so I would go in and sit with him. He was unable to say his Rosary so I would place his rosary beads in his hand and I would have to hold them there and I would give voice and say the Rosary with him, be his voice in a very small way. As he drew nearer to death he was in a comma and I would talk to him about Mary, Our Lady who he had prayed to every day of life, how she was now there with him, accompanying him home. And on his last day with us I dared to tell him that it was time, that she was there to take him home and that I needed to say goodbye to him. Where did that come from? Perhaps again the Holy Spirit. Not a fantasy or a nice story to comfort me or anyone else – just a small reality that was so very huge.

    I think too for a moment of my experience of Jesus on the Cross. I think of how I so often sit in Church right across from the last station of the Cross – there is Mary cradling her son – ‘Our Lady of Tenderness’ and I recognize that moment.
    My devotion to Mary, our Mother is pretty simple. There is no competition or vying for space in my heart between her and my God just as there is no vying for place with the Trinity. I look at what the Holy Spirit has given to me and I am so very grateful. Mary does accompany me even when I am not consciously aware of her she is there. I want to sing her canticle, the Magnificat for it too breathes with me this morning.

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