And when the fulness of time was come, “God so loved the world as to give
His only‐begotten Son,” Who for us men, and for our salvation, came down
from heaven, was incarnate by the Holy Ghost of the Virgin Mary, and was
made man. The Emperor Augustus ordered that a great census should be taken
in all the provinces of his empire, each family being enrolled in the city
of its respective tribe. Thus, in obedience to the order, Mary came to the
city of David, and in all its length and breadth there was not room for
her to lay her weary head. “He came unto His own, and His own received Him
not.” Gold would doubtless have procured admission to an appropriate
shelter, but Joseph had no gold. The evening wind fell cold and piercing
on the young virgin, who breathed not a word of complaint though she was
scarcely able to support herself. The lonely travellers, seeing themselves
rejected by all the world, quitted Bethlehem, and in a poor ruined stable
Mary brought forth her first‐born Son, the promised Messias, and laid Him
in a manger. Great artists have striven to paint the rapture of Mary as
she laid her Jesus, her Son, her God, in the manger. Who can understand
what it was to see Him, to adore Him as her God, to caress Him as her
Child, to forget all her fatigue in her wonderful joy? We can adore Him
and watch the movements of our beloved Mother, a model and example of
resignation on this night of poverty and humiliation. Glory and praise to
thee, O holy Mother, in this thy poverty in Bethlehem! Many a poor mother
in sorrow and want will look to thee and find consolation, knowing thy
tender heart will sympathize with her. For what are we that we should be
better treated than the Mother of Our God?
Prayer.
Immaculate Virgin, Mother of God, receive my prayer. Help me in all my
necessities, intercede for me, O glorious one, with my Redeemer, even with
Him, thy divine Son, Whom thou didst bear without spot of sin. Deliver me
from every snare of the enemy, and from all carnal delights, that by thy
intercession I may obtain the pardon of all my sins, steadfast resistance
to all my enemies visible and invisible, and the amendment of my life.
Amen.
Seventh Day. The Purification.
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