[Mrs. Don-o]

"'there are those who really don't want to honor Christ's blessed Mother.'...What you mean is honor her the exact same way you do."

Thanks so much for telling me what I mean, - :o)

but that is not what I meant.

I meant that even basic signs of affection and respect are denied her. Many don't call her "Blessed," though Mary prophesies that all generations of the faithful will do so. Many deny that she is anything special, when the Angel hailed her as Kecharitomene, an unparalleled title which means "she who was totally filled with grace." Many go out of their way to emphasize her alleged sinfulness, when God's Archangel saw her as holy!

Jesus Himself honored His mother, because He fulfilled in a magnificent way every commandment, and one of them was "Honor thy Father and thy Mother." He honored her, but there are Christians who bristle when she is honored by being called Blessed.

"'Some hold her to be some kind of common wench'... Name names. Or are you stuffing words in my mouth? That is dishonest."

I have been posting on FR since 1989, and this has come up many, many times -- but I hope you will excuse me if I do not dig out every shameful example from the archives. I am not putting these words in *your* mouth. I did not say it was you.

There were even FReepers who were regularly admonished by the Religion Moderator, for their insolence toward Mary.

The Mother of the Messiah!

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Or, as she is prophesied in the Song of Solomon (tagline)---

[Elsie]

There were even FReepers who were regularly admonished by the Religion Moderator, for their insolence toward ROME'S Mary.

Get it right; please.

[Elsie]

Thanks so much for telling me what I mean, - :o)

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To make it more clearer, "kecharitomene" is the perfect passive participle tense of the verb meaning "to fill with grace,"

Because it is in the perfect participle tense, it means that Mary was already filled with grace and there is no room for sin in her before the Annunciation, the implication being that she was the immaculate!

http://catholicpoint.blogspot.com/2012/09/kecharitomene.html

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Elsie]

 

 

 

Or, as she is prophesied in the Song of Solomon (tagline)---

She IS???  I thought Catholic heads explode if their precious Universal Mother is described like this by heretical Prots!

 

 

 

 

Song of Solomon 6   Douay-Rheims 1899 American Edition (DRA)

1 My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the bed of aromatical spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

² I to my beloved, and my beloved to me, who feedeth among the lilies.

³ Thou art beautiful, O my love, sweet and comely as Jerusalem: terrible as an army set in array.

⁴ Turn away thy eyes from me, for they have made me flee away. Thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from Galaad.

⁵ Thy teeth as a flock of sheep, which come up from the washing, all with twins, and there is none barren among them.

⁶ Thy cheeks are as the bark of a pomegranate, beside what is hidden within thee.

⁷ There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and young maidens without number.

⁸ One is my dove, my perfect one is but one, she is the only one of her mother, the chosen of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and declared her most blessed: the queens and concubines, and they praised her.

⁹ Who is she that cometh forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in array?

¹⁰ I went down into the garden of nuts, to see the fruits of the valleys, and to look if the vineyard had flourished, and the pomegranates budded.

¹¹ I knew not: my soul troubled me for the chariots of Aminadab.

¹² Return, return, O Sulamitess: return, return that we may behold thee.

 

Chapter 7

1 What shalt thou see in the Sulamitess but the companies of camps? How beautiful are thy steps in shoes, O prince's daughter! The joints of thy thighs are like jewels, that are made by the hand of a skillful workman.

² Thy navel is like a round bowl never wanting cups. Thy belly is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.

³ Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins.

⁴ Thy neck as a tower of ivory. Thy eyes like the fishpools in Hesebon, which are in the gate of the daughter of the multitude. Thy nose is as the tower of Libanus, that looketh toward Damascus.

⁵ Thy head is like Carmel: and the hairs of thy head as the purple of the king bound in the channels.

⁶ How beautiful art thou, and how comely, my dearest, in delights!

⁷ Thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes.

⁸ I said: I will go up into the palm tree, and will take hold of the fruit thereof: and thy breasts shall be as the clusters of the vine: and the odour of thy mouth like apples.

⁹ Thy throat like the best wine, worthy for my beloved to drink, and for his lips and his teeth to ruminate.

¹⁰ I to my beloved, and his turning is towards me.

¹¹ Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field, let us abide in the villages.

¹² Let us get up early to the vineyards, let us see if the vineyard flourish, if the flowers be ready to bring forth fruits, if the pomegranates flourish: there will I give thee my breasts.

¹³ The mandrakes give a smell. In our gates are all fruits: the new and the old, my beloved, I have kept for thee.