For some reason, today I found myself thinking about the day Scotland was consecrated to the Immaculate Heart of Mary, which took place almost three years ago, in September 2017. It feels like yesterday in one way, but it also feels like a hundred years ago in another way. Because it was on my mind, I ended up writing a piece about it earlier this morning – this recounted the various events which led up to the day and gave an overview of the Day of Consecration itself.
I can recall being so excited that I was going to Carfin Grotto that day, because I knew this was something very special and spiritually historic. It was a once-in-a-lifetime event, the sort that is not easily – or quickly – repeated.
All of the Bishops had taken part, together with so many Priests of the various Dioceses of Scotland, a large number of Religious from various Orders and Congregations, and numerous laity. I felt so happy to be one of them.
The Grotto was absolutely filled, despite the rain which began to pour as Mass began and was still pouring as it ended. Of course, the rain didn’t make the least bit of difference – there was a very tangible sense of, well, joy, in the Grotto that day. I could feel it. I’m sure everyone could feel it.
Our Lady was watching and listening, I have no doubt of that at all.
Now, three years on, I am still sure She was keeing an eye on all of us. I am equally sure that She will respond, in Her own time and in Her own way, to what we all offered Her that memorable day.