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Meeting Mary through Mercy

La Pieta Mother holding Jesus with Mercy
La Pieta Mother holding Jesus with Mercy

I had a fairly unusual conversion as a university student. When I started to learn my Catholic faith in my early twenties, I loved the discoveries I made, the intellectual and experiential truths I learned, and every way I was getting to know Jesus better.  There was just one little nagging problem in the background of my mind. I saw the importance and reverence given to Mary, and it made me uneasy.  I didn’t know her, she didn’t know me, she seemed pretty unapproachable, and I had this weird feeling that she probably wouldn’t like me very much.  She was sinless and immaculate, and I wasn’t.


Looking at Jesus, sitting before him in prayer, I came to know him as Mercy who knows me, who sees me deeply, and who loves me.


But somehow before Mary, all I felt was the weight of my imperfections. Searching for a way to know her in statues and paintings of her at Church, I couldn’t find my own experience or anything that connected us.  I didn’t know how to relate to Mary or how to approach her. She was perfect, almost stone-cold perfect. 


I still desired to know her, and to love her, because she is Christ’s mother. I remember looking at the statue of Our Lady of Victory in church and whispering awkwardly to Jesus that if he wanted me to get to know his mom, he should really introduce us.


As I spent more time meditating on Christ’s life, I began to see that Mary was more than stoically perfect, she was God’s own comforter.  She kept him warm as a child, found him when he went missing and encouraged him as he began his public life. She consoled him in the Via Crucis, and she stayed fully present with him at the cross.  I started to see that in his humility, God decided to allow himself to ‘need’ the comfort and strength of a mother and that Mary was truly that for him. Knowing Christ more deeply, the image I had of Mary changed from a person made of stone to a woman of soft strength. Mercy himself needed tenderness and love, and Mary was that for Jesus.


I began to see that she was present in my own life in the same way, with the same silent, tender presence.  She was there, gently present in Schubert’s Ave Maria at my grandmother’s funeral.  When my husband and I got married on August 15th (the Feast of the Assumption), I walked up the aisle to the same Ave Maria as my wedding march.  She was there when my mom died, and we gave her to God’s arms in her funeral mass, accompanied again by the same hymn.  She was there faithfully, in the pillar moments of my own life. To comfort, to celebrate, to accompany, to love.


But I still felt it really difficult to get to know her.  She was like a benevolent guest, often present, and warm, but slightly distant. Until I became a mother myself.  Experiencing my own imperfect but incredibly powerful love for my child made me see into Mary’s heart for the first time. We finally had something in common. I knew now the incredible joy she felt when she looked at her Son. I knew the exhaustion that she experienced in raising a toddler, perfect or not. I knew what it was like to live with the questions without answers that a mother faces, like she did, and how necessary it was to ‘ponder these things in my heart.’


I knew that she, like me, was a married woman and a mother.  She shared her life and her love with Joseph and with Jesus.  Mercy himself grew up in her home, in her arms, guided by her heart.


When I became a mother I finally realized why it was so hard to get to know Mary.  Mary is not about herself. Her life wasn’t full of her own accomplishments, desires and talents.  There is nothing in her that sets her apart as a unique individual except for how she fully gave herself to God and how fully she loved. That is how she is remembered in the Gospels, and that is the only way we can come to know her, by seeing who she was for Christ himself.  Her life was about him.  In looking at Jesus’ life, all the detail that is missing in her own becomes present.  She is the strong, gentle, kind, purposeful presence in his life. And at the cross Mercy gave his mother to us, to be present in the same way.


December 24, 2004, as we were sitting down to Christmas Eve dinner after Mass, something went really wrong.  I was 3 months pregnant with my 5th child and knew immediately that I needed to get to the hospital.


After 4 easy, uncomplicated pregnancies, I couldn’t understand what was happening. In the emergency room, it became clear. I was losing my child.  All of a sudden, the world made no sense.  One minute we were celebrating the birth of Christ and the next minute the baby in my womb was dying.  I was confused and felt very alone. The answer to my scared, wordless cry to God was an image.


The image that came into my head was the Pieta.  In an instant, I was no longer alone. Mercy gave me his mother at my cross. Mary was there. Mary understood. Mary had experienced this. And she was my strength that night.  In my valley of tears, Our Lady of Sorrows held me and she grieved with me. She shared my experience and she gave me hope. There was no more stone, no more distance left in my relationship with her.  She knew me, and finally, I knew her.


Mercy gave me his Mother when I needed her most.  He helped me know her heart when mine was broken. Since then, I have recognized her more in the quiet events of my days as well as in the important moments.


Having known her in tragedy, I feel like I know her better in the day-to-day.  I know she loves me. I know she is there and she ‘gets me.’ And even in my imperfections, I feel like I understand her heart a little bit.  I know I need her strong, quiet comfort on a daily basis the same way Jesus did.  I turn to her often now, in happy moments, in the daily hidden life of a family, and in the problems I face.


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Alex Kucera


Alex Kucera has lived in Atlanta, GA, for the last 46 years. He is one of 9 children, married to his wife Karmen, and has 3 girls, one grandson, and a granddaughter on the way. Alex joined Regnum Christi in 2007. Out of the gate, he joined the Helping Hands Medical Missions apostolate and is still participating today with the Ghana Friendship Mission.

In 2009, Alex was asked to be the Atlanta RC Renewal Coordinator for the Atlanta Locality to help the RC members with the RC renewal process. Alex became a Group Leader in 2012 for four of the Atlanta Men’s Section Teams and continues today. Running in parallel, in 2013, Alex became a Team Leader and shepherded a large team of good men.

Alex was honored to be the Atlanta Mission Coordinator between 2010 to 2022 (12 years), coordinating 5-8 Holy Week Mission teams across Georgia. He also created and coordinated missions at a parish in Athens, GA, for 9 years. Alex continues to coordinate Holy Week Missions, Advent Missions, and Monthly missions at Good Shepherd Catholic Church in Cumming, GA.

From 2016 to 2022, Alex also served as the Men’s Section Assistant in Atlanta. He loved working with the Men’s Section Director, the Legionaries, Consecrated, and Women’s Section leadership teams.

Alex is exceptionally grateful to the Legionaries, Consecrated, and many RC members who he’s journeyed shoulder to shoulder, growing his relationship with Christ and others along the way. He knows that there is only one way, that’s Christ’s Way, with others!