At the Annunciation to Mary and Conception of Jesus Christ, the fate of the universe revolves around a single word to be spoken – or not (for this is part of the inscrutable way of God) – the fate of the universe revolves around a single word to be spoken by a single obscure young girl, in an obscure village, of an obscure nation, on an obscure planet, in an obscure galaxy in a universe which is loved and cherished and has been held in being, second by second, for billions of years.
The destiny of a beloved but weary cosmos is balanced upon the tip of the tongue of a twelve-year-old girl.
All creation holds its breath, the word is spoken, and the universe sighs its contented joy. “All will be well, all will be well, all manner of things will be well.”
From an exceptional contemporary Annunciation homily riffing off St. Bernard of Clairvaux's classic Annunciation homily. It's Angelus Day!