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The Seven Sorrows Feast Day September 15 From a Sermon of St.
Bernard of Clairvaux, Abbot The martyrdom of the Virgin is set before us both in Simeon's prophecy and in the narrative of the Lord's Passion. "This Child is destined," the holy old man said of the child Jesus, "for a sign that shall be contradicted; and your own soul," he said to Mary "a sword shall pierce." and in truth, O blessed Mother, your soul was pierced. Unless the sword had passed through your soul, it would not have pierced the flesh of your Son. And after your Jesus had sent forth His spirit, clearly the cruel lance that opened His side could not reach His soul, but it pierced yours. For His soul was no longer there, but yours could not be torn away. The full force of sorrow pierced your soul, therefore, so that we rightly call you more than Martyr, you in whom the love of compassion went far beyond the feeling of bodily suffering. And was not that word more than a sword to you, indeed piercing your soul and reaching even to the division of soul and spirit, "Woman, behold your son"? What a change! John is given you instead of Jesus, the servant for the Lord, the disciple for the Master, the son of Zebedee for the Son of God, a mere man for the true God. How should your most affectionate soul not have been pierced at hearing this, when even our hearts that are like stone or iron are torn merely by recalling it? Do not wonder, brothers, that Mary is called a Martyr in soul. We may wonder, if we do not remember the words of Paul saying that among the greatest crimes of the Gentiles was that they were without affection. Far is this from the heart of Mary, and it should be far from her servants. But perhaps someone will say, "Did she not know He was to die?" She did. "Did she not still hope that He would soon rise again?" She faithfully hoped for it. "In spite of this, did she sorrow over the crucified?" She sorrowed greatly. What kind of man are you, O brother, and what kind of wisdom is this to find Mary's compassion more wonderful than the Passion of Mary's Son? He could die the death of the body; could she not die with Him in her heart? Love did the first, love greater than any man ever had; and love also did the second, a love like none other save His. (From the Second Nocturn of Matins of the feast of The Seven Sorrows of Mary) |