“Let peace be your quest and aim. “
– St. Benedict of Nursia
Happy Tuesday all. Many Blessings to you on this first Tuesday in Eastertide. What a blessed time on our Liturgical Calendar.
Today’s Saint of the Day is St. Adalbert of Prague. He preached about Jesus in a time and place where he was executed for it. God Bless his soul! Check out the book 150 North American Martyrs You Should Know by Brian O’Neel. No, it is not an affiliate link. But the book sounds interesting and is on my list.
I am very excited to let you know that over the Lenten Season, the Catholic Women’s Veiling Group on FaceBook grew to 300+ members. It’s very exciting to watch this devotion grow. Further, Colleen Hammond’s group Dressing With Dignity (on FaceBook) has been so helpful to me. I wanted to share it with you. There is something about dressing modestly and wearing a veil that just go hand in hand. We are so blessed.
Yes, I did go back to FB. I try to keep my activity to a minimum. But in the end, I am called to Evangelize there – in the veiling group and others.
Up next in Our Veiling Series is Gail, Owner of Petersbride tells her veiling story. These stories are such a blessing to me and a great reminder of how beautiful wearing a head covering is.
Have a blessed day! Enjoy Gail’s Story…
My journey into the act of veiling for mass began in the summer of 2008. At the time, my husband, who was then my fiancé, brought a mantilla from the UK when he came to visit. We were planning our wedding and wanted to be married in the Latin Rite. Having found a church in which regular Latin masses were conducted, we eagerly attended, hoping to make this church our church and the church in which we would become man and wife someday soon.
So, on a warm, sunny day with mantilla in hand, we entered the church in Newton, Massachusetts, and I donned my new mantilla for the first time once seated in the pew. It was a pretty black lace in the shape of a triangle with a simple, narrow, black trim. I felt sure that people were staring at me! I adjusted the mantilla as it slipped off my head and onto my shoulders, not yet aware of the necessity of bobby pins or combs. Other ladies at the mass wore mantillas as well and I surveyed them closely. How many ladies wore mantillas? How many did not? Little girls wore them too? A multitude of observations were made while, at the same time, I fumbled through my missal trying to make sense of the sacred and the beautiful ancient Rite before me. I was a cradle Catholic learning about the history of the mass for the first time and my head covering was one such relic I was blessed to finally discover.
The following Sunday, I went to the same mass with the same mantilla, feeling somewhat smarter although still slightly awkward. I had brought along bobby pins, prepared to place my mantilla in its permanent location for the duration of the mass. Waiting until seated, I feigned expertise in the art of bobby-pinning my mantilla, not yet fully appreciating the history of the mantilla or of veiling in general. I knew the practice was old. I knew that I was bearing witness to a mass that had gone on for millennia. All was so new and I felt so childish, so uninitiated.
You see, the act of veiling was roughly equivalent to lifting a veil that had been over my eyes about my own faith, about the history of my church. I was a cradle Catholic. Suddenly, on the one-hand, and slowly on the other, I came to know that the veil was an act of submission, not as the world defines it, but as countless women have known in the space of time before me.
We veil because we love. And when we love, it is a natural act to honor, to show reverence, to show piety to the object of our love, Our Lord Jesus Christ, who lived and died for us. Mary, Our Holy Mother, Our Heavenly Mother, is also the object of our love, for she consented to be Mother of the Word Made Flesh. Has there ever been a more Beautiful Woman? One whose faith was more worth emulation? Our Holy Mother is our role model as Catholic women. She is the feminine ideal because she loves without boundaries and because she knew fully that such profound love came with sacrifice to self. And, yes, Mary covered her head with a mantle.
I veil because I am not the center of my universe. God is. I am not confused about this matter, despite what the feminist regime would have us think otherwise. I veil as women have done for millennia because they were not confused either. And now, I make veils because I wish to promote the act of veiling, one beautiful veil at a time.
Bio: Gail, aka Peter’s Bride, runs a small shop on Etsy by the same name where she sells hand-made mantillas. She also runs a blog, Inspiring Peter’s Bride, where she reflects on living the Catholic faith and other Catholic issues. She is a special educator, by profession, an aspiring gardener and knitter, and lives in Nova Scotia with her husband, Peter.