"My little son, there are many I could send. But you are the one I have chosen."Once again in Advent, we have a story of an unlikely messenger. The Mother of God appears not to a king or even directly to the bishop, but to a member of the lowest, despised class of the Aztecs, who themselves were now despised by the Spanish conquistadors. She chose him, not in spite of his lowliness, but because of it. He said:
"I am a nobody, I am a small rope, a tiny ladder, the tail end, a leaf"
"My dear little son, I love you. I desire you to know who I am. I am the ever-virgin Mary, Mother of the true God who gives life and maintains its existence. He created all things. He is in all places. He is Lord of Heaven and Earth. I desire a church in this place where your people may experience my compassion. All those who sincerely ask my help in their work and in their sorrows will know my Mother's Heart in this place. Here I will see their tears; I will console them and they will be at peace. So run now to Tenochtitlan and tell the Bishop all that you have seen and heard."
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