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Grand Priory of Knights Templar in the United Kingdom

From the Office of the Grand Priory Chaplains

Dame Mavis Jacobs                                    16th August 2019.

St. John of Damascus recorded that the feast of the Assumption was introduced in 451 A.D. when Emperor Marciano requested the body of Our Lady and was told by St. Juvenal, Bishop of Jerusalem, that her tomb had been opened and found empty and that the Apostles who had been present at her death, believed that she had been taken bodily up into heaven.

The feast was diligently observed in Britain throughout the Middle Ages and known as Our Lady in Harvest, with many churches dedicated to the Assumption. The Reformation, with its focus on only events recorded in the Bible, interrupted this act of devotion in the Church of England, but it has gradually re-emerged and is once again celebrated by many. Bernard Shaw said that a miracle "is an act which creates faith" It is faith which is important, not the miracle which engendered it.

It seems that if any human being is to find an immediate home in heaven, it will be the Blessed Mother. She was certainly not the frail, blue gowned girl as portrayed in early 20thC repository art. Mary was a strong, loving and courageous woman, obedient to God's will. We don't know what she looked like; it is of no importance. To a child born without sight, his mother is the most beautiful woman on earth.

A friend of mine, Penelope Dent, wrote this poem that has been broadcast on Radio 4 and published in the Tablet and a number of other journals. I have her permission to share it with you.

My Fat Virgin Mary

I'm tired of skinny Virgin Marys,                                                  O most funny

       Medieval, milk mild.                                                         Glorious, vulgar fat lady

The one I want has a bosom and a heart,                                             I love you

Brooding, maternal and magnificent,                     And the God who made your commodious bosom,

       You listen, you love                                                               Head rest, heart rest

         And you understand.                                                             For the uncomforted.

 

       Hold us and love us,                                                             Belligerently beautiful

       You who dare to be big                                                       Queen of all fat women

         And despise corsets,                                                          Defender of the unloved

         You who love life                                                   Accuser of small-minded sawdust people,

And bottles of stout, pork pies and greasy chips     Who never get involved nor find the time to love

         Wrapped in newspaper.                                                       your Son.

                                      

                                             O most funny Lady, Mother of all mothers,

                                         Praise be to you for showing us your acceptance,

                                                       Your grief and your rejoicing,

                                              Praise be to you for daring to be big,

                                                         Proud of your girth

                                                     And all glorious within.

On our Order’s lists we remember in our prayers those in need of greatest comfort.

God bless,

Mavis