Happy Birthday, Mama Mary

When we lived in Indiana and attended St. Boniface, on Marian Feast Days we would have the chance to consecrate ourselves or re-consecrate ourselves to Our Lady, using the consecration from the Knights of the Immaculata.

O Immaculata, Queen of heaven and earth, Refuge of sinners and our most loving Mother, God has willed to entrust the entire order of mercy
to you.

I, _____________________, a repentant sinner, cast myself at your feet humbly imploring you to take me with all that I am and have, wholly
to yourself as your possession and property. Please make of me, of all my powers of soul and body, of my whole life, death and eternity, whatever most pleases you. If it pleases you, use all that I am and have without reserve, wholly to accomplish what was said of you: “She will crush your head,” and “You alone have destroyed all heresies in the whole world.”

Let me be a fit instrument in your immaculate and merciful hands for introducing and increasing your glory to the maximum in all the many
strayed and indifferent souls, and thus help extend as far as possible the blessed kingdom of the most Sacred Heart of Jesus. For wherever you
enter you obtain the grace of conversion and growth in holiness, since it is through your hands that all graces come to us from the most Sacred Heart of Jesus.


After the consecration prayers, Father would lead us in a hymn to Our Lady.  During the summer of 2005, Father picked “Stainless the Maiden” as the hymn we would sing. I was pregnant with Karol at the time, and the hymn really struck me.  To this day, it remains one of my most favorite hymns.


Stainless the maiden whom he chose for mother; Nine months she waited, bearing Christ our brother; Think of her gladness when at last she saw him, God in a manger, Bethlehem a heaven!

Lantern in darkness, when the sick are sighing, Threshold of brightness comfort for the dying, High she is holding for a world adoring, Hope of the nations, Jesus Christ our brother.

Jesus has conquered; to his side he raised her; Queen of the angels, every saint has praised her. Yet, in her splendor, Mary goes on drawing Sinners and exiles to their promised glory.

Come sons and daughters, through the ages singing, Praising the Virgin, joys and sorrows bringing. Clothed with the sunshine, Sion’s fairest flower, Spouse of the Spirit, be to us a mother.



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