When my son was on this earth, people said many silly things, as if he were John the Baptist risen from the dead, or Elijah or one of the prophets. The truth of who he was stayed buried in the circle of disciples to whom He slowly revealed himself by signs and wonders and teachings.

The first sign came at Cana. From the beginning I was immersed in the mystery. After that, I did not travel with him. It was not the Father’s plan that I should be engaged with Jesus in his active ministry. However, when the events were about to draw to a close, the Father wanted me at the cross.

On both occasions, at Cana and at Calvary, Jesus called me “Woman”. The second time, the Beloved Disciple heard that title, as he took me into his care.

The title stayed in his heart and he often asked himself, “Why would Jesus call his mother, ‘Woman’”? This is the great mystery which I am trying to unfold to all the world, a mystery hidden for all ages, even though well attested to in the scriptures. This is a mystery kept secret, known but unknown, a gift given from the very beginning when God said, “I will put an enmity between you and the woman; between your offspring and hers. He will strike at your head, while you strike at his heel”. Yes, given at the beginning but not yet opened.

What mysteries are contained in that title “Woman”! What powers of God have not yet been poured out! I am the Woman. Jesus, himself gave me that title, not once but twice. His words are the key into the great mystery.

Is not every woman a mystery, a sealed garden which invites the Beloved to come and seek, to search for her inner treasures? What mysteries lie in the heart of a woman? What love can pour out? What life she can nourish and sustain! She holds mysteries of life in her body and mysteries of love in her heart.

How deep are the mysteries which God has placed in my Immaculate Heart as he established me as the Woman Clothed With the Sun.