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One Monday morning in April, a middle-aged writer walks into her living room to water the plants and finds a woman standing beside her potted fig tree. Dressed in a navy blue trench coat and white Nikes, the woman introduces herself as "Mary. Mother of God.... You know. Mary." Instead of a golden robe or a crown, she arrives bearing a practical wheeled suitcase. Weary after two thousand years of adoration and petition, Mary is looking for a little R & R. She's asked in for lunch, and decides to stay a week. As the story of their visit unfolds, so does the story of Mary-one of the most complex and powerful female figures of our time-and her changing image in culture, art, history, as well as the thousands of recorded sightings that have placed her everywhere from a privet hedge to the dented bumper of a Camaro. As this Everywoman and Mary become friends, their conversations, both profound and intimate, touch upon Mary's significance and enduring relevance. Told with humor and grace, Our Lady of the Lost and Found is an absorbing tour through Mary's history and a thoughtful meditation on spirituality, our need for faith, and our desire to believe in something larger than ourselves.… (más)
I am not sure how to characterize this book. Billed as a novel, not much happens and much of the book is either retellings of appearances of Mary, at Lourdes, Fatima and less well-known places, or reflections on life, faith and the visit of Mary to the narrator of the book, who is an author who repeatedly asserts "This is a work of fiction". Iwas fascinated, in the best way. This is both a joyful and a meditative read. ( )
Clearly fiction to the non-believer; yet…. This was the first written account of the Black Madonna that squared with the little I gleaned from Jean Anne Koss. I hope she is able to see the needlework project from her seat above.
The book seemed overlong, mainly because I was uninterested in the fictional narrator. Yet the Marian information was not otherwise readily available. ( )
I skipped pages in this novel when it became heavy into pontification of faith. Novel is also filled with stories of sightings through the ages of Our Lady. These were quite interesting. However, it didn’t inspire me to great religious intensity or even interest. ( )
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Then I saw the Virgin Mary. I didn't know it was her at first, because she was dressed in the usual blue or white and gold, but in black. She didn't have a crown. Her head was bowed, her face in shadow, her hands held out open at the sides. Around her feet were stubs of candles, and all over her black dress were pinned what I though at first were stars, but which were instead little brass or tin ams, legs, hands, sheep, donkeys. chickens, and hearts. I could see what these were for: she was a Virgin of lost things, one who restored what was lost. She was the onloy one of these wood or marble or plaster Virgins who had ever seemed at all real to me. There could be some point in praying to her, kneeling down, lighting a candle. But I didn't do it, because I didn't know what to pray for. What was lost, what I could pin on her dress.
I paint the Virgin Mary descending to the earth, which is covered with snow and slush. She is wearing a winter coat over her blue robe, and has a purse slung over her shoulder. She's carrying two brown paper bags full of groceries. Several things have fallen from the bags: an egg, an onion, apple. She looks tired.
-Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye
The irony of writing about such an exerience in the modern era is such that, if I say to people, "This really happened," not unreasonably, they will be inclined to doubt me. They might suspect me of boasting, or assume that I have lost my mind. If I say, "Imagined it, I made it up, it's fiction-only then are they free to believe it. -Kathleen Norris, Amazing Grace
Ultimately, I have found it is meaningless to hold the yardstick of fact against the complexities of the human heart., Reality simply isn't large enougn to hold us. -A. Manette Ansay, River Angel
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For Merilyn. She [is] in a class by herself. It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. - E.B. White, Charlotte's Web
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Looking back on it now, I can see there were signs.
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One Monday morning in April, a middle-aged writer walks into her living room to water the plants and finds a woman standing beside her potted fig tree. Dressed in a navy blue trench coat and white Nikes, the woman introduces herself as "Mary. Mother of God.... You know. Mary." Instead of a golden robe or a crown, she arrives bearing a practical wheeled suitcase. Weary after two thousand years of adoration and petition, Mary is looking for a little R & R. She's asked in for lunch, and decides to stay a week. As the story of their visit unfolds, so does the story of Mary-one of the most complex and powerful female figures of our time-and her changing image in culture, art, history, as well as the thousands of recorded sightings that have placed her everywhere from a privet hedge to the dented bumper of a Camaro. As this Everywoman and Mary become friends, their conversations, both profound and intimate, touch upon Mary's significance and enduring relevance. Told with humor and grace, Our Lady of the Lost and Found is an absorbing tour through Mary's history and a thoughtful meditation on spirituality, our need for faith, and our desire to believe in something larger than ourselves.
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