Just another day.
But also somebody’s birthday.
Edward G. Robinson.
(The Price Is Right!)
(Where the Boys Are…)
It’s also the date many have died.
Winston Churchill’s wife, Clementine.
A formidable person in her own right.
(Rollin,’ rollin’ down the river…).
And the river of life keeps rolling.
A big day in Mexico.
Feast of the Apparition of Our Lady of Guadalupe.
In 1531, a “Lady from Heaven” appeared to Juan Diego.
He was a humble Native American from Tepeyac, a hill now part of Mexico City.
She identified herself as the ever virgin Holy Mary.
And said a church must be built on that site.
Juan Diego delivered her message to the local Bishop.
He hesitated, demanding a sign to prove her appearance.
It was December.
Nothing was blooming.
Yet the Mother of God sent Juan Diego to the top of the hill where he gathered an
assortment of roses for the Bishop.
She placed the flowers inside his tilma, a poor quality cactus-cloth.
Juan Diego hurried back to the Bishop.
When he opened his cloak, the flowers fell to the floor.
In their place was an image of the Virgin miraculously imprinted on the tilma.
The cloth should have deteriorated in 20 years.
But 487 years later it still shows no sign of decay.
And still defies all scientific explanations of the image’s origin.
Needless to say, the Bishop was convinced.
And an incredible list of miracles, cures and interventions have been attributed to Her ever since.
Yearly, some 20 million pilgrims travel to the Basilica, making it Christianity’s most visited sanctuary.
On December 12, 2112, someone will be born.
And think of the lucky one born at 12:12.
Miracles do happen.
Renee Walker is a poet, writer, and real estate broker on the Square with her canine assistant, Buster.