Upon Our Lady's arrival, Elizabeth, filled with the Holy Spirit, proclaimed aloud: Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb! How is this so good to me, that the mother of my Lord should come to me? For as soon as your greeting reached my ears, the child leaped for joy in my womb.
Elizabeth does not limit herself to calling her blessed, but connects her praise to the fruit of her womb, which is blessed forever. How many times have we, too, repeated these same words when reciting the Hail Mary: Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb. Do we say them with the same joy as Elizabeth did? How often can they serve as an aspiration uniting us to Our Mother in Heaven, while we work, while walking down the street, while contemplating an image of her!
Mary and Jesus will always be together. Jesus' greatest miracles will be accomplished—as in this case—in intimate union with his Mother, Mediatrix of all graces. “This union of the Mother with the Son in the work of salvation,” affirms the Second Vatican Council, “is manifest from the moment of Christ's virginal conception until his death.”9
Let us learn today, once again, that every encounter with Mary represents a new discovery of Jesus. “If you seek Mary, you will find Jesus. And you will learn to understand a little of what is in this heart of God who annihilates himself (...),”10 which becomes accessible in the simplicity of ordinary days. This immense gift—being able to know, associate with, and love Christ—had its beginning in the faith of Saint Mary, whose perfect fulfillment Elizabeth now makes clear: “The fullness of grace, announced by the angel, signifies the gift of God himself; Mary's faith, proclaimed by Elizabeth at the Visitation, indicates how the Virgin of Nazareth responded to this gift.”11 The Virgin, who had already pronounced her full and devoted fiat, appears on the threshold of Elizabeth and Zechariah's house as the Mother of the Son of God. This is Elizabeth's joyful discovery,12 and ours as well, to which we will never fully grow accustomed.
Hablar cpn Dios