The Queenship of Mary

Here are some thoughts and articles on the Queenship of the Blessed Virgin Mary, a Memorial feast celebrated in the Church, yearly this day.

Mary Crowned Queen of Heaven“Behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall name him Jesus. He will be great and will be called Son of the Most High,* and the Lord God will give him the throne of David his father, and he will rule over the house of Jacob forever, and of his kingdom there will be no end.” Luke 1: 31-33

“The queen stood on thy right hand, in gilded clothing; surrounded with variety. Hearken, O daughter, and see, and incline thy ear: and forget thy people and thy father’s house. And the king shall greatly desire thy beauty; for he is the Lord thy God, and him they shall adore. … They shall remember thy name throughout all generations. Therefore shall people praise thee for ever; yea, for ever and ever.” Psalm 44

Queen of the Angels

Pope Pius XII’s Encyclical Ad Caeli Reginam is of course a must read:

And now, that We may bring the Year of Mary to a happy and beneficial conclusion, and in response to petitions which have come to Us from all over the world, We have decided to institute the liturgical feast of the Blessed Virgin Mary, Queen. This will afford a climax, as it were, to the manifold demonstrations of Our devotion to Mary, which the Christian people have supported with such enthusiasm.

Pius XII writes: “From early times Christians have believed, and not without reason, that she of whom was born the Son of the Most High received privileges of grace above all other beings created by God. He “will reign in the house of Jacob forever,”[5] “the Prince of Peace,”[6] the “King of Kings and Lord of Lords.”[7] And when Christians reflected upon the intimate connection that obtains between a mother and a son, they readily acknowledged the supreme royal dignity of the Mother of God.


“The same thing is found in the writings of St. Jerome where he makes the following statement amidst various interpretations of Mary’s name: “We should realize that Mary means Lady in the Syrian Language.”[15] After him St. Chrysologus says the same thing more explicitly in these words: “The Hebrew word ‘Mary’ means ‘Domina.’ The Angel therefore addresses her as ‘Lady’ to preclude all servile fear in the Lord’s Mother, who was born and was called ‘Lady’ by the authority and command of her own Son.”

Furthermore, the sacred liturgy, which acts as a faithful reflection of traditional doctrine believed by the Christian people through the course of all the ages both in the East and in the West, has sung the praises of the heavenly Queen and continues to sing them.

All, according to their state, should strive to bring alive the wondrous virtues of our heavenly Queen and most loving Mother through constant effort of mind and manner. Thus will it come about that all Christians, in honoring and imitating their sublime Queen and Mother, will realize they are truly brothers, and with all envy and avarice thrust aside, will promote love among classes, respect the rights of the weak, cherish peace. No one should think himself a son of Mary, worthy of being received under her powerful protection, unless, like her, he is just, gentle and pure, and shows a sincere desire for true brotherhood, not harming or injuring but rather helping and comforting others.

From Father William G. Most, over at EWTN.

The Fathers of the Church soon picked up these implications. A text probably coming from Origen (died c. 254: cf. Marian Studies 4, 1953, 87) gives her the title domina, the feminine form of Latin dominus, Lord. That same title also appears in many other early writers, e.g. , St. Ephrem, St. Jerome, St. Peter Chrysologus (cf. Marian Studies 4. 87-91). The word “Queen” appears abut the sixth century, and is common thereafter (Marian Studies, 4, 91-94).
Magnificat by Boticelli
The titles “king” and “queen” are often used loosely, for those beings that excel in some way. Thus we call the lion the king of beasts, the rose the queen of flowers. Surely Our Lady deserves the title richly for such reasons.

And from that same article:

Of the four titles Pius XII gave for her Queenship, we notice that two are closely parallel to those of Jesus:

(1) He is king by nature, as God; she is Queen by “divine relationship” that is, by being the Mother of God. In fact her relation to her Son is greater than that of ordinary Mothers of Kings. For she is the Mother of Him who is King by very nature, from all eternity, and the relationship is exclusive, for He had no human father. Still further, the ordinary queen-mother gives birth to a child who later will become king. The son of Mary is, as we said, eternally king, by His very nature.

(2) He is king by right of conquest. She too is Queen by right of conquest. We already saw that this title for Him means that He redeemed us from the captivity of satan. She shared in the struggle and victory. Since the Pope expressed her dependence on Him in a threefold way–something we would have known anyway–then it is clear that he did not have in mind any other restriction which he did not express. So, maintaining this subordination, “by right of conquest” means the same for her as it does for Him.

(3) She is Queen by grace. She is full of grace, the highest in the category of grace besides her Son.

(4) She is Queen by singular choice of the Father. A mere human can become King or Queen by choice of the people. How much greater a title is the choice of the Father Himself!


In the Old Testament, under some Davidic kings, the gebirah, the “Great Lady”, usually the Mother of the King, held great power as advocate with the king. Cf. 1 Kings 2:20, where Solomon said to his Mother Bathsheba, seated on a throne at his right: “Make your request, Mother, for I will not refuse you.” Here is a sort of type of Our Lady.

Mary, Queen of Heaven, pray for us who have recourse to thee.

Old Beginnings

Recently I was thinking about way back in the day when I started my blog. Here is my very first entry from August of 2002. I wrote under the name ‘David Greenleaf’: David since I was a musician and was thinking about King David; and Greenleaf since I love gardening. The blog template lost something when I translated it to this site, mainly the titles of the posts. Eh… I’ve actually thought about this post often, but thats a long story for another time. We’ll get to that in the not too distant future. Peace…

[8/25/2002 5:08:18 PM | David Greenleaf]
Not very far away from where I write this, lies an old dog sitting under a very large, very old tree. I wonder at her loneliness, and if, in it, she finds joy. I hope that she does. Sitting looking out of my own window, high up in the treetops, I often think about her, that I left her behind to come here. There is a lot left behind in our lives.

But why a confessions page? Maybe because I think often of the seeming purity of other men’s lives in formation; and that many older seminarians can understand St. Augustine’s need to publish his own life’s shortcomings. I have not done anything so horrible. But I can admit that several phases of my life have been less than preistworthy.

Maybe I just need to learn about living a life in public. Can I take that? Maybe not. I don’t want that, after all. I’d rather spend my time under the old tree with my dog, thinking about God. But we are not called to that in life, are we? Maybe I can document some of my struggles, some of my fears, and gain a greater clarity in my discernment in the years ahead.

I would not think to be a preist, but only a better man. If I am not a good man, a good person who seeks spiritual integration, and to know God, then I am nothing. If I am a good man, fulfilling my baptismal call, then I will be a good preist. At least capable. Then and only then.

So, for now. Here we are.
posted by David Greenleaf at Sunday, August 25, 2002

Adventures in the Dictionary

Over the course of playing Scrabble on my phone, against the computer or others, I’ve been amazed at some of the words that show up. Especially against the computer with the parameters set to ‘difficult’.

So, I like to look them up when I have a moment, and am a huge fan of both dictionary.com and merriam-webster.com

God gave us intellects, and learning new words is a great habit to get into. Here is a sample of some of these words:

  1. louie

    I always thought proper names were verboten for Scrabble. (And, they are.) But many proper names have come to have non-proper meanings, and hence are fair play in Scrabble. The definition for louie is initially given as:

    noun-looie.

    So… it’s off to look up loo·ie

    noun Slang .
    a lieutenant of the armed forces.

    “He was a louie and darned proud of it.”

  2. screaks – Sure we’ve all heard it, but what does it actually mean?

    screak? ?[skreek]
    verb (used without object)
    1.to screech.
    2.to creak.

    In other words, it means exactly what we thought it meant. Moving along…

  3. rhyta

    rhy·ton? ?[rahy-ton]
    noun, plural -ta ?[-tuh]
    an ancient Greek drinking horn, made of pottery or metal, having a base in the form of the head of a woman or animal.

    “Agamemnon and Priscilla drank from the various rhyta which were always kept at table.”

  4. awee

    chiefly Scot
    : a little while

    “We’ll be back in awee!”

  5. borating

    no definition. :-[

    However, there’s a definition of borate, which is a compound, and borated: mixed or impregnated with borax or boric acid . So, borating would obviously mean to be mixing or impregnating with borax or boric acid.

    “The science lab was abuzz with students borating their samples.”

  6. bize

    obs. form of bice.

    bice means –
    1. Also called: bice blue a medium blue colour; azurite
    2. Also called: bice green a yellowish-green colour; malachite

    “Her eyes were a beautiful bize, and he was in love.”

  7. toluyl

    — n
    ( modifier ) of, consisting of, or containing any of three isomeric groups CH 3 C 6 H 4 CO-, derived from a toluic acid by removal of the hydroxyl group: toluyl group or radical

    [C19: from tolu ( ene ) + -yl ]

    “They were thoroughly confused by the toluyls, yet were amazed they had successfully removed the hydroxyl groups from the equation. The world was now safe.”

  8. And my personal favorite: prunuses

    [plural of] :any of a genus (Prunus) of drupaceous trees or shrubs of the rose family that have showy clusters of usually white or pink flowers first appearing in the spring often before the leaves and including many grown for ornament or for their fruit (as the plum, cherry, or apricot)

    “Hey honey, can you pick up those prunuses from the nursery?”

  9. Then there are words like seigneur, which are just great if they work out with your letters. Foreign words are often acceptable now as they’ve moved into common usage in English, and as dictionaries have moved online. Not that I’ve ever heard seigneur used as an English word as is, say, mucho.

There you have it. And looking up new words can be done while you’re watching World Youth Day highlights.

But now, it’s off to look up words for my Homily this weekend. That’s always an interesting affair.

Martello Castle

martello castleThe heat’s on, french fry, and as usual at this point in the summer, it’s managed to wear me down a bit.

Here are some recent linx:

  1. I enjoy Fr. Jim’s blog, very inspiring; I’m perpetually behind, in keeping up with him, in posting my Homilies.

  2. Fr. Michael Berry, is on assignment at World Youth Day.

  3. I first noticed Christopher’s Apologies awhile back via Twitter, and now he’s a regular draw for me.

  4. The other day I discovered Martello Castle, also known as Tower Dupre. It’s a crumbled fortress, and a part of the fading coastline which fascinates me. That led me to this now defunct blog.

  5. Nola.com is having a Blighted Homes Photo Contest. I don’t think it gets more maudlin than that.

  6. And, because all I think about is food, I stumbled across this piece on how horrible bleached/white flour is for us.

There are many more blogs I check out, and am going to make it a point to redo my pertinent links in the not too distant future. It’s just that, you know, life goes on fairly nicely without doing so, and I’m tending to some spiritual house cleaning. And… the heat’s got me down, I tell you. Down I say!

It’s time to wrap this up and go make an examen.

Lord, now you let your servant go in peace;
your word has been fulfilled:

my own eyes have seen the salvation
which you have prepared in the sight of every people:

a light to reveal you to the nations
and the glory of your people Israel.

May God bless you this night, and always.

Amen.

The Middle of the End of the Road

I don’t know why I’m so intent on writing up this little road trip I took, but I am. The land has changed so much in the last few years, and actually seeing it surprised me.

(Here’s a great site on Visiting St. Bernard Parish, which is a part of the drive I took. However, I followed the course of the river, and wasn’t visiting St. Bernard per se. And here is a nola.com series on Louisiana coastal erosion.)

Because today is the Feast of the Assumption of Mary, and one of the first days of school, we’re actually on the busy side of things.

But let’s just get through this exercise, and then we can get on with all of the other very important things about which I blog.

Because you see, this actually does have a point. But we’re getting bogged down in … well. Chalmette.

I’m sorry Chalmette, it’s nothing personal. It’s just, you were a throughway in my ultimate quest to reach the end of the road. My pictures of you are bland, unimaginative and lifeless and don’t do you justice. I know. And, if you watch the video referenced from the US Parks website which discusses the amount of water and damage the Chalmette Battlefield suffered in Katrina, the announcer keeps pronouncing Chalmette (which sounds pretty much how it looks,) as… ‘Shallmay’.

Shallmay, just to the south of New Orleans.

Shall we go to Shallmay?

May we stay in Shallmay?

Let us be off to Shall-May ….

So far we’ve driven through the Marigny, Bywater and the Lower 9th Ward. And Arabi, too.

Chalmette Battlefield, Cemetery (by Debora Rubi) from Our National Parks on Vimeo.

Here is the video where the poor parks spokesperson keeps referring to Chalmette as Shallmay. I feel sorry for her.

chalmette battle field

The Beauregard House is a main attraction at the battlefield, and generations of New Orleans schoolchildren and scouts visit it and learn about it regularly. It’s a part of the Jean Lafitte National Park system.

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I especially admire the cool lyres which form the lightening rods.

chalmette battle field

You’ve probably been able to parse out that the battlefield is not a highlight of most visits to the New Orleans area, on most days. It does have it’s moments. But the blazing hot, steamy, torpid afternoon I visited was not one of them.

porch

The Beauregard House has its moments…

living room

The three feet of water during Katrina have been cleaned up nicely.

beauregarde house

When I was a child, you would visit here and there would be women in ante-bellum dresses greeting you at the doorways and telling you all about the place. I thought they were a little strange when I was a kid, and didn’t really want to talk with the ladies.

rocky and carlos

At some point in your life, you have to go to Rocky and Carlo’s. You just have to. And bring a healthy appetite. Just go. Do it! You just have to; it’s fun.

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“De La Ronde Ruins. The remains of what was once the finest mansion in the Chalmette vicinity. The British used it as a hospital in 1814—15.”

From the Visit St. Bernard site, which explains the Battle of New Orleans and the pivotal role this location played in it.

alley of trees

And then it’s off to continue down the river, under this memorable spread of oaks, as you leave behind the wondrous land of Shall-May, and continue on to road’s end.

To be continued…

Fr. Kenneth Allen