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.
(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, a humble Native
American from Tepeyac, a hill northwest of what is now Mexico City.
She identified herself as the ever virgin Holy Mary.
She made a request for a church to be built on the site.
Juan Diego delivered her request to the local Bishop.
He hesitated, and requested a sign to prove her appearance.
The Mother of God sent her native messenger to the top of the hill in mid-
December to gather an assortment of roses for the Bishop.
She placed the flowers inside his tilma, a poor quality cactus-cloth.
Juan Diego went to the Bishop and opened his cloak to show him the flowers.
They fell to the floor and in their place was an image of the Virgin miraculously imprinted on the tilma.
The cloth should have deteriorated in 20 years but still shows no sign of decay 481 years later.
And still defies all scientific explanations of its origin.
An incredible list of miracles, cures and interventions have been attributed to Her ever since.
Yearly, some 20 million pilgrims visit the Basilica, making it Christianity’s most visited sanctuary.
This year it’s an extra special day.
Last time that happened was 1912.
Next time will be 2112.
Just think of the lucky one born at 12:12.
Renee Walker is a poet, writer, and real estate broker on the Square.