Stabat Mater Dolorosa: Stood the Mother Full of Sorrow |
By Paul J. Ashton, Psy.D., D.Min. Consultant to the VIRTUS® Programs Let me share with thee His pain,
—Stabat Mater
There is an ancient hymn in the Church that is familiar to almost everyone—the Stabat Mater—that transcends time and generations. It is considered one of the greatest Latin hymns of all time and it is based upon the prophecy of Simeon that a sword was to pierce the heart of His mother, Mary (Luke 2:35). The hymn originated in the 13th century and has been attributed to Pope Innocent III (d. 1216), St. Bonaventure, or more commonly, Jacopone da Todi (1230-1306), who is considered by most to be the real author. Many of the great musicians have set this beautiful poetry to music, including Palestrina, Dvorák, Josquin des Prés, Pergolesi, and Rossini, to name just a few (“Stabat Mater” The Catholic Encyclopedia). It is most often sung at communal celebrations of the Stations of the Cross and its haunting, plaintive melody fills your heart and soul with the sadness that only a mother could experience while watching her son be tortured. Holy Week is an intimate time for Christians. While the temptation is to run away and hide from the memories of this difficult week, we know that our place is with Jesus and His Sorrowful Mother. The agony and pain that Jesus endured physically and mentally was all for love of us and it upsets and embarrasses us to remember it. It even angers us to think He should have endured such cruelty. We never wanted it to happen, we hate that it did, and we feel guilty that we even had any part of it. When those we love go through difficult times, they need us the most. At the same time, they push us away, not wanting us to participate in or see their suffering. Jesus had no choice. His pain and suffering was laid bare for all to see in a most humiliating way, and He never once fought back. He is the model for Love like no other, and we can barely see ourselves as worthy. As we begin this Holy Week, we enter into another pilgrimage with Jesus and experience His passion and suffering. It brings us closer to Him and to ourselves to walk this painful journey. No one more than Jesus’ own Blessed Mother can mediate these feelings so perfectly, courageously and with such grace and dignity.
At the Cross her station keeping, Through her heart, His sorrow sharing, O how sad and sore distressed Christ above in torment hangs, Is there one who would not weep, Can the human heart refrain
from partaking in her pain, in that Mother's pain untold? Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled, For the sins of His own nation, O thou Mother! fount of love! Make me feel as thou hast felt; Holy Mother! pierce me through, Let me mingle tears with thee, By the Cross with thee to stay, Virgin of all virgins blest!, Let me, to my latest breath, Wounded with His every wound, Be to me, O Virgin, nigh, Christ, when Thou shalt call me hence, While my body here decays, (From the Liturgia Horarum. Translation by Fr. Edward Caswall (1814-1878) See original Latin here) |
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