The First of January is a big day for everyone, even if you're Chinese and have a totally different New Year, or a Jehovah's Witness and don't believe in celebrating anything. You still have to get a new calendar. You still have to change the way you write your checks. And you probably still can't help peeking at pictures of fireworks over those weird towers in Indonesia.
When DIH was a tiny thing January First was still known as The Feast of the Circumcision. Eight days after Christmas, right? Time to-- well, you know. I understand if you'd rather I didn't go into it.
Nowadays the Catholic Church celebrates the first of January as the Solemnity of Mary, Mother of God.
And let me just say this: I LOVE THE VIRGIN MARY.
I love the way she had the guts to say "Sure, I'll have the baby" even though, unmarried as she was, it meant she was risking being stoned to death. (Talk about a high-risk pregnancy.) I love the way she showed her Son what real love is- the kind that's inconvenient and worse- when she jump-started his ministry at the Wedding Feast at Cana. And I love the way she's always showing up here on earth to remind us of what's important. I mean, come on, she probably takes on the jobs the angels turn their noses up at. If they have noses.
Without Mary there's no Christ, no Church, no hope. You gotta love a girl like that.
Happy feast day, Mary. You rock.