The Feast of the Immaculate Conception

On December 8, Catholics celebrate the Feast of the Immaculate Conception.  

Immaculate Conception

“Immaculate Conception” does not refer to the conception of Jesus in Mary’s virginal womb, but to the sinless conception of Mary in her mother’s womb.

The feast honors the fact that God pre-redeemed Mary from the stain of Original Sin, so His Son could grow inside of and be nurtured after birth by a woman who had never, not for even one moment of her existence, been tainted by sin.

Mary does not want worship.  When we turn to her in prayer, she always directs us to her Son.

This is why we elevate Mary to the highest place of all the Saints: not because of anything she did on her own, but because the relationship she had with our God was so intimate that it, by default, made her so selfless and special.

And if that’s what our God can do for Mary—lowly, unknown Mary from the backwoods of Nazareth—then just imagine what He will do for us as we draw closer and closer to Him.

Today, let us thank God for giving us the perfect example of what a real relationship with God looks like, and let us honor her selflessness by earnestly seeking her Son.

Source:
http://blessedisshe.net/immaculate-conception-of-the-blessed-virgin-mary/

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  1. So, I misread the mass times listed on my parish website. The one mass I could get to today, and I penciled it in for half an hour after it started . . . #holydayofobligationFAIL *sigh*

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    • You and me both, Zoph. I was traveling today and had a dinner date with coworkers here on the east coast tonight, so I’m bad, too. 😦

      Hey, I just found out about that jet crash in Gaithersburg, MD near DC. I hope that’s not near you guys. Will have to pray for the dead.

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      • Not all that near to myself or the parents, but I know the street– there was a shop on that street I used to go to every once in a while (but it’s been closed a few years). . . But it took a while to get out there, I’d say , , , about 40 minutes from my parents’ house . . .

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