excerpt from FATIMA QUEST
I actually think she found me. She saw me walking down the hall towards her and knew Shewas Who I Needed. She can teach me. At the end of a long blue hallway sat a young woman all in blue and white robes. She has the majesty in her face worthy of her position at the left hand of God. Supposedly a teenager when blessed with the burden of carrying God’s child (even at five I learned the Bible requires pain for any pleasure, a balance of good and evil always), her face here before me elicits peace, understanding and warmth through the cold stone from which she was molded. Arms outstretched in love, I imagine the Virgin Mary may have even invented the first hug: her hands look so graceful and serene.
While basking in the freedom, the ease with which she seemed to move forward, I noticed she was also stepping on something. Nothing in her expression betrays her purity, yet there she was, plain as clay, stepping on and clearly killing a serpent.
The Devil,
I thought at five years-old.
Lucifer.
Satan.
The snake from the garden. Evil incarnate, right there in front of me, at the moment the life of such evil was squished under the daintiest of slippers worn by the most virtuous of maids. What really got me, though, was her complete disregard of the Knowledge of what she did. Her face revealed nothing of the consequences of her steps towards all that was Good in this world. Clearly Mary’s pure soul trumps and actually destroys all evil in its path without even noticing.
She can’t help it - Mary’s mere presence destroys the evil in our world.
I was hooked.
