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96 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2002
The Lord here does not wait, impassive, as we babble on about our shame and penitence, trying to persuade him that we are worth forgiving. His love is instead that of an eager and rather boisterous child, scrambling up on his mother’s lap, seizing handfuls of her clothing and nuzzling his face against hers, with that extraordinary hunger for sheer physical closeness that children will show with loving parents.
What we see is a circular motion, Mary pointing to Christ who looks at her. Mary ‘returns’ to herself through Christ; she is who she is not only as pointing to Christ but as the object of her son’s love; and for her to look at Christ is for her to look at herself truthfully — as loved by him.
My little children, for whom I am again in the pain of childbirth until Christ is formed in you.