Growing up with a dad that served in a wide range of
organisations from school and parish councils, to sports club committees and
community service clubs, I heard him many, many, many times quote Oscar Wilde’s
famous saying about what happens when you assume anything.
So, assumptions
aren’t good, right? Assumptions should be questioned?
So why, growing up in a practicing Catholic family, was Mary’s
Assumption something we celebrated?
I can’t ever remember a time when I didn’t own a set of
rosary beads (or a number of them, in drawers, in bags and in the glovebox of
my car). Or when I didn’t turn to Mary whilst waiting and hoping for something
important to happen. From a job interview, or waiting to hear that my mum had
come out of surgery, to holding my breath as Mick Cronin lined up a kick at
goal at the SCG.* But without faith in the doctrine that Mary
had made her way to heaven before us, and without believing that her prayers help
to amplify ours, there’d be no point.
When I was immersed in the Marist charism as a young teacher
one of the brothers with whom I spent a fair bit of time spoke about Mary’s
assumption in terms of the Jewish Feast of Tabernacles. This Feast (or week of
feasting) recalls and celebrates God’s deliverance of the Hebrews out of slavery.
Our celebration of Mary’s assumption, he reasoned, similarly honoured Mary’s
role in our salvation. She was the living tabernacle that held the incarnate
presence of God.
But so are you, he said. Whenever you receive the Eucharist,
you are as much a tabernacle of the Lord as that in which the blessed sacrament
is reposed. And you should afford yourself the same dignity in the choices that
you make.
Given her status as the bearer of Christ, Mary was afforded
the privilege of being assumed body and soul into heaven – spared the corruption
of the grave. May this solemn feast serve as an ongoing inspiration for us to
spare ourselves as much as possible from the corruption of this world for the good
of what comes next.
* For those who are too young to
remember, in 1986 Parramatta played in a try-less grand final against
Canterbury in which Mick Cronin’s two penalty goals, (and
possibly a cheeky Hail Mary from a 14 year old kid) got them the win 4-2.
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